<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:12:01.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donny's Blog :)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-250143087976819133</id><published>2007-06-22T02:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T02:07:49.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This blog is DEAD&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-250143087976819133?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/250143087976819133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=250143087976819133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/250143087976819133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/250143087976819133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#250143087976819133' title=''/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-1672736601093921735</id><published>2007-04-19T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T23:21:24.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assholes</title><content type='html'>People who have nothing to do, resort to tagging anonymously on people's blog for fear of their stupidity tarnishing their rep. Although, I'm not sure these people have good reputations to begin with. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured, I don't care for what opinions you have of me. After all, who are you to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Update&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You people try too hard, I'm flattered that you would spend time trying to think of "clever" ways to provoke me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on, keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, go get a dictionary and find the definition of a poser. If I'm not wrong, you'll find the perfert representation of the word aka you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-1672736601093921735?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/1672736601093921735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=1672736601093921735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/1672736601093921735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/1672736601093921735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1672736601093921735' title='Assholes'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-907821853787033340</id><published>2007-04-16T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:24:04.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NZ</title><content type='html'>I've seen the slide show, and I'm quite sure some out of the 20 of us, out of those who have seen it, have shed some tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching it was a kind of reminiscence, a past, something that you will look back in the future, and smile at, no matter how old you've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder, no doubt in fear of the truth, where do we go from here?  Is it just a once in a lifetime opportunity, that allowed for friendships to be, as Nicholas has mentioned, discovered? After it is over, is it all forgotten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hardly speak of it nowadays, and even if we do, it is not in joyous spirit, but in forced happiness. It is not that we are not happy with the memories of the trip, but we yearn for more, much more than just that. Why? Because we enjoyed it so much, and now it is gone. For how long? Forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all from different classes, it is hard to maintain the friendships we've shared while we were all confined together. We can't talk about it, because no matter how explicitly you share your experience with those close to you, they can never understand what we had, even though we started out as mere acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope. I wish. I fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will become of it tomorrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-907821853787033340?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/907821853787033340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=907821853787033340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/907821853787033340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/907821853787033340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#907821853787033340' title='NZ'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-2310352139687722471</id><published>2007-04-13T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T22:46:20.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory of Hershey/ Oishi.</title><content type='html'>Today is Friday the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to be an unlucky day of sorts. Thankfully, nothing happened, or has yet to happen as of today, that links it to the apparent ominous nature of this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, something did happen &lt;u&gt;yesterday&lt;/u&gt; that left some in shock and some in tears :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is in memory of Oishi/Hershey/Diesel, the emo looking little bunny, that brought much joy to the class of 4h, as well as others who knew and grew it love it in the short period of about 2 weeks when it was born and bought by Nicole. Until now, we still do not know whether it was a male or female, as it was too young to tell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oishi loved to eat, a lot. It was really cute, in more ways than one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you cupped it in your hands and curled it into a ball, stroke it a little, and it'll fall asleep, allowing you to gaze at it in adoration. If you put it on your lap, it would snuggle up to you and rest its head on your shirt. Oishi was one of those rabbits, who i think, knew exactly how to make a person happy, and enthrall you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oishi was killed by a cat while frolicking on a front yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the person who is still deeply laden with guilt : It is not your fault that it happened, don't blame yourself and brood over it okay? This is life, shit happens. You didn't mean for it to happen, and you couldn't have prevented it anyways. So, try to get over it yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this sound really gay and official, but I thought Oishi deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, today was TK's Games Carnival Finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started at 2.30 and ended at 5 plus.We played netball before and in between official matches, in the rain. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine and I became waitresses by carrying trays of milo to our dedicated H class boys in the soccer field to prep them for their match. Ryan, you pervert. We won through penalty kicks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We - Nicole, Jasmine, Cheryl, Jillene camwhored during the prize presentation "ceremony". Yeah I know the word "camwhore" sounds really wrong, coming from Donna Goh. Too bad, gotta deal w it (: Here are the photos :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052903350824082114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rh-E035AGsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SXHOqJFZ3iY/s320/13042007224_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052903355119049426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rh-E1H5AGtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TehPFoBwnc8/s320/13042007226_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052903359414016738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rh-E1X5AGuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/a5niGHbHDE4/s320/13042007227_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look whose the odd one out? :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052903363708984050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rh-E1n5AGvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ISDwXve1_qs/s320/13042007231_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They gang up to stare at me ): ( I know my eyes are closed.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052903368003951362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rh-E135AGwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/P8Vvs0sNVAM/s320/13042007233_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Singing the school song, supposedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052908762482875154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rh-Jv35AGxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/S_Yio84Nj5U/s320/13042007244_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052908762482875170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rh-Jv35AGyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/BeHEka-9Oq0/s320/13042007245_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Update of SYF, yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After months and months of staying back on Mondays, Thursday, Saturdays till dusk, it was finally over yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at school at 7, adrenaline rush was at an all time high. Actors putting on make up, and changing into their outfits. Props people carrying our precious set down to the rotanda. Everyone was nervous, not many slept well the night before. It was nerve-wrecking. We reached there at like 8.30 and prepared everything. We went in at about 9.50?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never know how real it feels until you're standing just outside the side entrance to the stage, the stage manager with his stopwatch, timing the execution of your entrance. You're afraid you'd screw up, afraid that just by making one small wrong move, one small mistake, it might go all wrong, and destroy the whole play. All efforts down the drain. I was damn nervous while helping Bernard with the bump-in. The judges were all staring at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the actors rehearse one last time before the actual play, and I was sincerely touched. In the garden,with no set to ecentuate their performance, no music to help build up any emotion to connect with the audience. The last rehearsal, where they all stood in a circle, the one which I had watched tens of times. And yet, I felt like crying for the first time then, when I watched them. Why? Because they proved themselves, the potential as actors, they gave it their all and I felt the emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On stage, it the real deal, and they did it. What with all the stress and pressure and the little screw ups with the music, they really really pulled it off. Apparently, one or two judges shed a tear or two watching our play, as well as our P and VP. That means we have a good chance right? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Michelle, Lynette, Sophia, Grace, Syaza, Vimal, Cliffton, Miko, Rina, Zakiah, Faris. You all did superbly well, you guys pulled it off. No matter what award we get, I am truly proud to be part of this club, for all the effort you all have put in, that includes the sound people ( Marcus), the lighting people ( Shearen and Liyana), Set Manager (Bernard), Xiaoxuan and Selena, floodlights( Irlada Syafiqah Jannah) and all the props people, including all our Teachers in charge, and especially to Mrs. Crothers, Angie, Joanne and Terence. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hope for the best, but expect a C.O.P. (certificate of participation)" - Nora Crothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After SYF and A Maths Lecture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052913486946900898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rh-OC35AG6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/Px7tRbplt5o/s320/12042007190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052915488401660850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rh-P3X5AG7I/AAAAAAAAALA/qOyruvypKaU/s320/12042007194_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Michelle asked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052915492696628162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rh-P3n5AG8I/AAAAAAAAALI/V9POxHs5nQY/s320/12042007191_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Shearen and I with the Cast. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052915492696628178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rh-P3n5AG9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/41196knxWzc/s320/12042007197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Michelle Camwhore-ing with my phone.. I wonder if that's why my phone lags now. :/ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052915501286562802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rh-P4H5AG_I/AAAAAAAAALg/6X6g8ZbF7-E/s320/12042007216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were drooling over the little boy in this picture while we were at MOS Burger. His name is Joe, and he is a kawaii japanese boy! I think Bernard was jealous cos he wasn't cuter than the little boy. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052908771072809778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rh-JwX5AGzI/AAAAAAAAAKA/oKlAFPrS93k/s320/07042007167.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Fish and Co. receipt. Haha, remember the passionfruit refills?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052913465472064354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rh-OBn5AG2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/L-nc0GVjGPI/s320/07042007170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Outside the Esplanade. It was so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052913474061998978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rh-OCH5AG4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/pEOTrpuOaQ8/s320/07042007173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Star-gazing lovers. They were lying on the ground at the entrance of the Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052913469767031666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rh-OB35AG3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/V0HU93JhYEM/s320/07042007172_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Darling Lynette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052913478356966290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rh-OCX5AG5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/HqypBrQX1tA/s320/07042007174_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A lot of outdated stuff, I'm sorry. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I know there are people who read my blog, without tagging. ): Next time TAG okay? &lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Richny, Amirul, Kenneth - are you reading this ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Donna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-2310352139687722471?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/2310352139687722471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=2310352139687722471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/2310352139687722471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/2310352139687722471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2310352139687722471' title='In memory of Hershey/ Oishi.'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rh-E035AGsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SXHOqJFZ3iY/s72-c/13042007224_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-1068010332992818471</id><published>2007-04-08T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T20:34:51.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is just some random shit. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just needed to write this out to clear my thoughts. And no, they're not lyrics and I'm not trying to write a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was just &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; day. Yet, I never knew I could feel such stupidity before, up until now. What was I thinking? I didn't even know you, we were more than perfect strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were just there, and you seemed to have it all. You were something I would have wished for, if I didn't think that you were already someone else's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed you out of my mind because of that, but I kept right on watching. I took notice of small details that I shouldn't have. If you hadn't talked to us, I would never have thought about it this way, til now. I would have just carried on with my wishful thinking, and forget in a matter of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I'm feeling so much worse inside. I don't know what to do, because of what I do know about you. And it sucks so much, that I'll never know what it's like, just because I won't know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see the flaws, even though it was pointed out to me. I saw only the good things, and that made me feel worse inside. Also, I knew that there were so many others, who thought the same way I did, about you. Those who were better than me, those who had a chance with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm crazy, I bet you'd think too after reading all that I've written. For the way that I've written, I swear I've become different. I think I'm crazy, for the way I feel right now. Even though we talked for mere minutes, I'm totally smitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I long for one, having been too long gone without it, that I'm becoming something I fear, something I loate, something I hate. Shit, I'm so messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a chance, I think I never will. I'm not good enough, and we know that's true. We're worlds apart, what do I do? Fuck, I think I should just stop and do a reality check. Maybe that'ill shock me enough, to forget about you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't ask.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-1068010332992818471?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/1068010332992818471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=1068010332992818471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/1068010332992818471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/1068010332992818471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1068010332992818471' title='Zac'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-8212711412553925159</id><published>2007-04-06T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T22:57:01.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skating</title><content type='html'>Two updates in one week. Are you suprised or what? :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went skating today, with Kenneth, Amirul, Zhi Yi and Lenny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid ECP was jammed packed with people. The skating rink was super crowded, with beginners, as well as all the Inline Culture pro sliders and slalom-ers either sitting by the rail or doing slides/tricks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inline Culture is a company that teaches skating and sell equipments and stuff. Feel so tempted to join cos I wna learn from them pros!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt really.. self-conscious, considering my super noob skills. So, I basically watched the pros strut their stuff. It made me want to pursue skating all the more !!! Of course, I couldn't practise in front of them, so I basically sat on my ass and watched for hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we got invited by Zac, a sliding champ, to follow the Inline Culture people to escort their &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mascot back to the skating rink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He asked for all our names, so when I said mine, he went like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Z: What's his name? That guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Oh, Amirul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Z: Ameeruul? Then you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Donna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Z: Donna? I thought Donald, anyway, we're going escort our own Donald Duck back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Why is Inline Culture's mascot a duck?&lt;br /&gt;Z: Good question, I also dunno. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.-" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I tried to drown out his awful techno music by playing Screamo. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the day went pretty okay, except I wished we had more space and less people around, to practise our slides. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, here are some random photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : The following photos are highly contagious in the sense that you will feel a surge of warmth and happiness , as well as the urge to really smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050324097897561874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RhZbAl_HfxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/eSX-SUArmsg/s320/05042007129_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;" If I stay still and look cute, maybe I'll get food."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050324119372398418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RhZbB1_Hf1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/dCd4m45Hjl4/s320/05042007136_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"Zzz..." It was sleeping on my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050324110782463794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RhZbBV_HfzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/F2ct7QFvPq4/s320/05042007132_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Do you think she'll notice if I took her egg?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050324102192529186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RhZbA1_HfyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sZhVZj_2mrA/s320/05042007130_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sleeping in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050324115077431106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RhZbBl_Hf0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/T8NBis2-v8k/s320/05042007133_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It took a nibble out of my easter egg! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally, courtesy of Jillene,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050326176661733218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RhZc5l_Hf2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/9fgkjxDT1C8/s320/DSC00291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hershey/Oishi/Diesel : The Easter Bunny that ate a chocolate Easter Egg. BAD BUNNY! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you can't see it, it's actually nibbling on an easter egg)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. I am NOT obessed with WF. ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toodles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-8212711412553925159?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/8212711412553925159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=8212711412553925159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/8212711412553925159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/8212711412553925159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8212711412553925159' title='Skating'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RhZbAl_HfxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/eSX-SUArmsg/s72-c/05042007129_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-1629940593885738262</id><published>2007-04-04T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T22:58:44.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Fat</title><content type='html'>Howdy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a shitty day, cos there was an A maths test on Application of Differentiation that i screwed up pretty badly( that made WF very pissed and moody for the day, lol), followed by a delayed A maths circular measure test that i couldn't be bothered to finish, FOLLOWED by A Maths tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about A maths, baby. &gt;.&lt;" The only thing that made my day was during English, when Nicole let me play w her little bunny, concurrently named Oishi(nicked by imee, means Delicious in Japanese) and Hershey( as in the chocolate :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer Hershey, cos I chose the name ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049585067169906418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RhO63V_HfvI/AAAAAAAAAII/D2A-GTqyekI/s320/03042007120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Starbust, Jasmine's rabbit( I was going to say hamster cos it's a runt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049585075759841026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RhO631_HfwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OPa06Gvjn_g/s320/03042007123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hershey/Oishi is the cutie in black. Emo rabbit rawr. &lt;/p&gt;It is SO adorable that you just want to hug and kiss it. I think it was kinda grumpy, and it was sleepy. So, when I took it out, it slept on my palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when I put it on my lap, and it snuggled against my shirt. AHHH!!! I have a really really soft spot for animals, for those who don't know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when you turn it over on its back, it curls up into a ball and sleeps, either with its head lolling off or snuggled between its legs. Lol, when i placed it in the box, it remained in that position and kept twitching its nose and kicking. I think it was having a dream, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a vet !!!!!!!!! (: ( Hey, I can dream, can't I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I realise that I choose really weird times to have fetishes and indulge in stuff I shouldn't be indulging in. Like, it's the O levels, and we're supposed to be concentrating on getting good grades( I know it's bullshit, but hey), but I have obsessions at a time like this. Currently, I'm obsessed with :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Skating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Baking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Started learning freestyle skating at the start of this year. Because of it, I bought a pair of Fr 1 Blue Seba Skates, my precious baby, that cost my dad a sweet $300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049583508096777890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RhO5cl_HfqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IY-QyAfSHTc/s320/84c2_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I have to thank Nich, Ken, Michelle and Yexi for getting me hooked onto freestyling, as well as the Choices instructors. Without them, I would still be so naive as to think that skating fast and well makes a pro. Thank goodness for the tricks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I started having a fetish for baking ever since I watch Jamie Oliver and TV serials that showed people putting out a tray of cookies, or cupcakes( Heroes! ) and beautiful scones just like that, as if it were the easiest thing on Earth. I felt incompetent, so I decided to try my luck. Thus, this led to me searching like mad, for recipes, such as the Magnolia Vanilla Cupcakes, which I brought to school, and Betty Crocker's Brownies, of which I have the recipe in her "Everything Chocolate" book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.You know how it sucks having to sit on a long bus ride with nothing to do but watch other people or sleep? Yeah well, it sucked for me anyways. I decided that I wanted to get a book, having read my last book like a month ago, so that I wouldn't have to think of mind games to play with my imaginary friend. In the end, I ended up with 4 books, three of which were lent to me courtesy of Amirul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new book by Jodi Picoult - The Pact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049583525276647122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RhO5dl_HftI/AAAAAAAAAH4/n5Ir4wqzR78/s320/04042007125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm a sucker for sad stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; by Patrick Suskind - Perfume : The story of a murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049583529571614434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RhO5d1_HfuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/mnSUurncf9w/s320/04042007126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amirul's books by Mitch Albom - For One More Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it quite insightful but I guess that's just me, because Amirul thought it boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Amirul's : Tony Parsons - One for My Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Parsons - Man and Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049583520981679810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RhO5dV_HfsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/O5HYR2i1qxk/s320/04042007127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't gotten around to reading them yet, but I will in due time. So now, I have many stories to preoccupy myself with. Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I talking a lot of bullshit? Yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, now I'm into doughnuts. First cupcakes, then brownies and now doughnuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to learn how to make doughnuts !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049583512391745202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RhO5c1_HfrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RaPX4G6Dtaw/s320/donuts.bmp" border="0" /&gt;It's so ironic though. I used to hate doughnuts, because of a very simple and stupid reason. That it was my nickname when I was younger, still is for some who still call me by it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to refuse to eat doughnuts, cos I thought it was an irony that I was eating myself. I know, I don't use logic when I think. Anyhoo, I don't care about that anymore. I want to make yummy doughnuts with icing sugar, doughnuts with chocolate sprinkles, and doughnuts with jam in them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just you wait and see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. So there, I update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. Can't wait for friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelove, donna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-1629940593885738262?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/1629940593885738262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=1629940593885738262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/1629940593885738262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/1629940593885738262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1629940593885738262' title='Getting Fat'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RhO63V_HfvI/AAAAAAAAAII/D2A-GTqyekI/s72-c/03042007120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-6943886954193455488</id><published>2007-03-17T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T01:56:16.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQs, Fondue and Cupcakes!</title><content type='html'>It's been a busy holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many new hobbies - skating, chocolate fondue-ing and baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went skating on Saturday, Sunday and Tuesday. Many thanks to TP :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a barbeque w the usuals at the usual ECP on &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; (: They never fail to cheer me up, not that i was down or anything, but yeah. Taught David how to skate, and I must say he's pretty awesome for a beginner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042945706822170194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RfwkZtS3dlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/gahm0-EmKhE/s320/13032007013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This flame was greeeen, so cool !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042945200016029234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rfwj8NS3djI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Fhd7_cwygGg/s320/13032007014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042945204310996546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rfwj8dS3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZjQCTk-ACbo/s320/P3130759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After drama on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, Lynette Sophia came over to my place for &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;chocolate fondu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Tucker Must Die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (obviously, Sophia wants him alive)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy kukus bought two punnets of strawberries. Shockingly, we MANAGED to finish them all. I felt sooo guilty after that, was so stuffed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042947781291374258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RfwmSdS3drI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AalE4nmuvDw/s320/14032007021_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042947789881308866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RfwmS9S3dsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/19iRxnuaxUM/s320/14032007023_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042947794176276178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RfwmTNS3dtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/IK_KF_F3UHQ/s320/14032007025_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You know you want some ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate fondue leads to a sugar rush, which leads to the next couple of photos :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042949074076530434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RfwndtS3dwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/UYllphNe5gs/s320/DSC04378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many MANY jumping attempts, which led to me hitting my fingers on the ceiling from leaping off my sofa. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042947798471243490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RfwmTdS3duI/AAAAAAAAAFs/h-ON79PIcSc/s320/14032007030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soph w croc aka "John Tucker", Nette with MehMeh and me w Thomas J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042949078371497746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rfwnd9S3dxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vYqdJsKTisg/s320/14032007056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the sweat? Frm all the jumping&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042949082666465058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RfwneNS3dyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Nbp-3vmi-sA/s320/14032007057_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you looking at, girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042947807061178098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RfwmT9S3dvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/YE8lf3naFq8/s320/14032007033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Lynette does a jig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning : Extreme High&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042949086961432370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RfwnedS3dzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/9ZG12Ark63M/s320/14032007067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042949091256399682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RfwnetS3d0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/CFDEJD-AgjE/s320/14032007064.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Love you girls (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watched this after they left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042951182905472850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RfwpYdS3d1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/KhNRwpqQAhM/s320/14032007072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry, but I can't help thinking Wu Zun is bloody hot in a pretty boy sort of way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I made NZ's dog biscuits. However, they didn't turn out like how OPC had them in NZ. I think the ingredients at our local bake supplies store varies quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theeeen, I watched Heroes and got so tempted by the cupcake Hayden( the cheerleader) made, and searched for a vanilla cupcake recipe. Thus I found this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnolia's Vanilla Cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042951187200440162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RfwpYtS3d2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/gnj6ypQ9wd0/s320/17032007075_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups of self-rising flour&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;2 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;4 large eggs, at room temperature&lt;br /&gt;1 cup whole milk&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon of vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Line two 12-cup muffin tins with cupcake liners (and/or mini-cupcake tins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In a small bowl, combine the two flours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In a large bowl, cream the butter until smooth using a mixer on medium speed. Add the sugar in gradually and beat until fluffy, about 3 minutes. Add the eggs in one at a time, beating well after each addition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Add in the dry ingredients (the two flours) in three parts, alternating with the milk and vanilla.Beat until the ingredients are incorporated but do not overbeat. Scrape down the bowl's side with a rubber spatula to make sure all the ingredients are well-blended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Take a teaspoon and spoon the batter into the regular-size muffin liners, filling them about 3/4 full. (For the minis, fill about 1/2 way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Bake for 20-25 minutes, or until a cake tester inverted in the center of the cupcake comes out clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cool the cupcakes in their tins for 15 minutes. Remove from tins and cool completely on a wire rack before frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opinion&lt;/strong&gt;: For people who just want to try out the recipe for fun, cut down all the ingredients by half for a batch of 12 medium sized cupcakes. Also, the amount of sugar is too much since there is going to be frosting on the cupcakes, so cut down a little on the sugar. If you want a more vanilla-flavoured cupcake, add more vanilla as 1tsp does not suffice. Also, add a dash of salt into the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla Buttercream Frosting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042951191495407474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RfwpY9S3d3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/7bkS_AUCgiA/s320/17032007077_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(makes enough for at least 24 regular or 48 mini-size cupcakes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup (2 sticks) plus 1 tablespoon unsalted butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 cups confectioners sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon kosher salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Place butter in a large mixing bowl. Add 4 cups of the confectioners sugar, milk, and vanilla. Beat at medium speed with an electric mixer until smooth and creamy - about 5 minutes. Gradually add the remaining 1 cup of confectioner's sugar and salt, beating about 3 minutes until the frosting is of good spreadable consistency. If you like, add a few drops of food coloring and mix well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042951200085342098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RfwpZdS3d5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/dLhI7iW0dUY/s320/17032007083_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042951195790374786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RfwpZNS3d4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/gePa4sENN-Q/s320/17032007079_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opinion&lt;/strong&gt;: This goes the same for the cupcakes. Cut down the ingredients by half. The half batch of the buttercream icing is enough to top 24 cupcakes, even when it's reduced by half. For a more fun, add hundreds of thousands or add food colouring! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End Result!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042952604539647906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RfwqrNS3d6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/VMvGt0ja4T4/s320/17032007087_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm high on sugar right now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-6943886954193455488?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/6943886954193455488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=6943886954193455488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/6943886954193455488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/6943886954193455488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6943886954193455488' title='BBQs, Fondue and Cupcakes!'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RfwkZtS3dlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/gahm0-EmKhE/s72-c/13032007013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-6714506415013064861</id><published>2007-03-05T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T13:54:40.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Out Boy!</title><content type='html'>Hello, it's been a while. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna goh is back to blog, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; was an awesome day. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's cos I got to watch &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at Singapore Expo :DDDD&lt;strong&gt; For free, &lt;/strong&gt;compliments of Jon B. ! At first, I thought it was a lost cause to go see them cos I heard from lots of people that all the tickets were sold out. Then, I realised it was a ploy to raise the price of the tickets because, Justin bought his at $102( $2 for sistic charge, pfft) on Friday the 2nd, day before the concert, when it was previously sold at $77 per tix. Such scheming people. Then, Justin made my day when he said his bro had free tickets, I seriously thought it was a joke, needless to say i was ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038453124276953746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rewua_H8IpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IOe6AqTOXg8/s320/SPA03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clockwise from left : Justin, Jon(camwhore camwhore!!), Melinda, Evonne, Tania, David( got cut off :X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038451286030951042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rewsv_H8IoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9nxDEoCDFe4/s320/SPA02.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Price of tix : From top to bottom - $0.00 , $77.00, $102.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at around 6 at Kembangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Kester, Jiaheng, Homing and Zhang going to Ashley's house for stayover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooo, reached the place, Max Pavillion. It wasn't as neat and orderly as the Simple Plan concert, nor Good Charlotte, where there were actual queue lines. It was basically, a mob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038449112777499250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RewqxfH8InI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6miLPlD4RxQ/s320/SPA01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;People swarming towards the door, where people get led into the main concert area. They scream each time the doors open, well you can imagine the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038462148003242770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rew2oPH8IxI/AAAAAAAAABk/s4kooc4Zo44/s320/SPA50897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy was damn cute, he was reading while the crowd waited for the opening act. I wonder why he bothered to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have crazy people like Shanti, who queued up for GC at 7.30am. &gt;.&lt;&gt; The opening act, One Buck Short, was horrible to say the least. Couldn't hear a word the lead was singing. Then Saw Loser, came on and the crowd got seriously pissed off. I mean, who'd ever heard of not one, but two opening acts! It took like an hour and a half to get those two acts packing. A classic photo of the crowd's reaction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038459961864889074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rew0o_H8IvI/AAAAAAAAABU/iB0I5xUSsZs/s320/SPA10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(They're all pointing their middles if you didn't notice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after about 1h30mins, Fall Out Boy came on !!! The crowd went nuts, there was moshing and stuff at the front, girls were flashing -.- the usual head banging and rock gestures etc. I think it was worth the wait, the anticipation almost waned but it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038455525163672226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RewwmvH8IqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/MDmjR65sor4/s320/SPA05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038457337639871186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/RewyQPH8ItI/AAAAAAAAABE/i5qJnPb7dlk/s320/SPA07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038455808631513778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Reww3PH8IrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/96WguwAJayY/s320/SPA06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know much songs of the songs from the new album, but they played songs like :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar we're going down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Theft Autumn( my fave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't a scene, it's an arms race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know who I think I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I can't remember the rest cos I was busy taking photos of &lt;strong&gt;PETE WENZ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038459437878878946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rew0KfH8IuI/AAAAAAAAABM/Q_IxAIvUirQ/s320/SPA09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038460752138871554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rew1W_H8IwI/AAAAAAAAABc/X89iWSgO2F4/s320/spa11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I took like 20plus headshots but I'm lazy to upload, save em for myself :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really bad cos I think Patrick is a great vocalist, and he deserves much attention and credit, cos he sounds exactly like in the album, and Pete kinda steals the limelight away from him but I can't help drooling over Pete cos he is the cutest shizz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the concert was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Penguins look cute, but they're actually very dirty and grumpy, and they try to peck you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; - Dad's analysis of penguins in capetown. How descriptive. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I still think they're cute. And for that, Amirul, I am not a penguin cos i'm neither dirty nor grumpy, but I will peck your eyes out (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be updating, whenever, whatever. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry for the askewed pictures, lazy to reduce the sizes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-6714506415013064861?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/6714506415013064861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=6714506415013064861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/6714506415013064861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/6714506415013064861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6714506415013064861' title='Fall Out Boy!'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcM0tPCf8Qw/Rewua_H8IpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IOe6AqTOXg8/s72-c/SPA03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-2231990073345848939</id><published>2007-03-04T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:39:04.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-2231990073345848939?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/2231990073345848939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=2231990073345848939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/2231990073345848939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/2231990073345848939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2231990073345848939' title='Back'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-5361567467816085478</id><published>2007-01-05T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T21:02:36.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School starts.</title><content type='html'>So, a new year has arrived and school has begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it, you know you want to - School's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school only, and they lecture us about O levels for how many freaking hours? Sec 4s are really feeling the pressure, wonder why the Sec 4s last year seemed so carefree.. must have been a facade :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of Teachers in 4H -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E Maths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr V. Tan changed to &lt;u&gt;Mrs Tan PL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite soft spoken, and very mother-like. Likes to nag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Maths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ada Tan changed to &lt;u&gt;Mdm Halilah&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sarcastic, very strict, and there's something going on between her &amp; Izhaq (Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Shirley Toh changed to &lt;u&gt;Mrs Lee&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very nice, gives us chocolates but I think she's too lenient with us. Doubt we'll bother to listen in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, all the other teachers from 3H carried forward. Classes are damn stressful now, what with all the revision tests and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I'm starting E and A Maths tuition. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I want to quit school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I haven't got caught for dyeing hair, let's hope it lasts. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's CCA Recruitment drive, ickle Sec 1s gonna join CCAs. Doesn't it remind you of when you were in Sec 1? Do the Sec 1s know what's coming by attending TK? ^^ Run or you'll die here(malicious grin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to vacate for a year and then come back and finish off my Sec 4 year? Is that possible? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I hate school. I hate school. I hate school. I hate school. I hate school. I hate school. I hate school. I hate school. I hate school. I hate school. I hate school. I hate school. I hate school. I hate school. I hate school. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-5361567467816085478?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/5361567467816085478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=5361567467816085478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/5361567467816085478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/5361567467816085478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#5361567467816085478' title='School starts.'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-7522316845182149535</id><published>2006-12-30T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T14:15:31.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back.</title><content type='html'>I'm amazed Blogger's working at all, what with all the undersea cable disruptions from the earthquake off Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's working, are you blogging too, justin?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad thing happened over the last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed Christmas Eve dinner at Kim's, as well as Christmas lunch at Ashley's ( didn't see Paul&amp;Jasmine ):) and dinner at Aunt G's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Digression : Pls stop eating if you are. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, no. Instead, what i got as an early Christmas present was a bout of food poisoning on Christmas Eve. Joy. I spent the last 6 days throwing up, eating bread and then throwing it up again. Also, having diarrhoea &amp;amp; fever. The feeling really sucks cuz your stomach's super empty and you're so hungry, but you know that when you eat, you're only gna feel worse and throw it up again. So, it's either, eat - throw up, feel more hungry or don't eat and just feel hungry. Same situation you're back at. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only good thing is that i lost 4kg, woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You can continue eating again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to eat made me realise something, why do you go on a diet? When there are people in this world who are dying of starvation, you sit and contemplate if you'd chow down this plate that'll put fats in your tummy, arms etc. Be happy with what you are, and eat! Eating is one of life's pleasures (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed out on Christmas food. I missed out on going to a stayover at Changi Beach Club ): I really hate food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go on diet, girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are almost already over. ): Let's make the best out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Happy New Year's Eve :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelove.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-7522316845182149535?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/7522316845182149535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=7522316845182149535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/7522316845182149535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/7522316845182149535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#7522316845182149535' title='Back.'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-3252784007713059195</id><published>2006-12-11T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T01:22:02.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus2</title><content type='html'>Nat's back in town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're both sick; flu, fever, cough - the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been drinking honey&amp;lemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after tmr is mom's birfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be on a hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-3252784007713059195?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/3252784007713059195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=3252784007713059195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/3252784007713059195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/3252784007713059195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#3252784007713059195' title='Hiatus2'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-7155227868162174367</id><published>2006-12-05T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T10:31:58.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I was forced to say this btw&lt;/s&gt; I personally felt the mad desire to express this thought of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shearen Octaviani Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;b&gt;x&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;1000&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;times. Stupid person, whose in Indonesia now, enjoying herself, for having forsaken her friends here in sunny Singapore. I miss her &lt;s&gt;bitch fits&lt;/s&gt; mild temper, her &lt;s&gt;freaky &lt;/s&gt;lovely laughter, her &lt;s&gt;snide comments &lt;/s&gt;good advice. I miss you, dearie ^^ I love Shearen (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evidence of the blackmail, resulting in me being forced to write this hoohah :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the flaws. says&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;update ur blog =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the flaws. says&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;say u miss mi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the flaws. says&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WRITE A LONG PARAGRAPH OF HOW MUCH U LOVE MI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, that paragraph was to piss you off Shear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO MISS YOU A LOT( not in a lesbian way). ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having you around, to being able to talk to you, to bitch with( lol!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to come back early, yeah? Then, we can go to Mindcafe! (: If not, can't wait to see you at the airport on the 1st!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Shearen ! &lt;- not fake :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I'm going to the Zoo and Night safari tomorrow! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Shear, it's to pay respects. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get the joke? Nvm, don't ask. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been eons since I last stepped into the Zoological Gardens, which is now Singapore Zoo, because I think saying " Zoological" repetitively gets on people's nerves. I wanna adopt an animal, but i won't, because raising a wild animal is illegal, although it looks like a really great job on Animal Planet's " Growing Up Wild"( sound like a naturalist? I'm gna be one :D) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it &lt;em&gt;were &lt;/em&gt;legal, I'll want a black bear. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a fun, fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Darence, stop watching Naruto!&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. JX, I want my souvenir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-7155227868162174367?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/7155227868162174367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=7155227868162174367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/7155227868162174367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/7155227868162174367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#7155227868162174367' title='Absolutely Nothing'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-2520154021277565812</id><published>2006-11-30T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T22:18:32.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corinne Bailey Rae</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Corrine Bailey Rae&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Like a Star&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#111111"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fdavidrevolution.free.fr%2Fradioblog%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FCorrine%20Bailey%20Rae%20-%20Like%20a%20star.mp3.rbs&amp;colors=body:#111111;border:#FFFFFF;button:#FFFFFF;player_text:#FFFFFF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like a star across my sky &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like an angel off the page &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have appeared to my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel like I'll never be the same &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like a song in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like oil on my hands &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh.. I do love you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still i wonder why it is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't argue like this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With anyone but you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We do it all the time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blowing out my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've got this look i can't describe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make me feel like I'm alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When everything else is a fade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without a doubt you're on my side &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heaven has been away too long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't find the words to write this song &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.. Your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still i wonder why it is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't argue like this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With anyone but you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We do it all the time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blowing out my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have come to understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The way it is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not a secret anymore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'cause we've been through that before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From tonight I know that you're the only one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been confused and in the dark &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I understand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder why it is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't argue like this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With anyone but you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder why it is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wont let my guard down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For anyone but you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We do it all the time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blowing out my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like a star across my sky &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like an angel off the page &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have appeared to my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel like I'll never be the same &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like a song in my heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like oil on my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Put your Records on&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#232323"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.perlaisie.com%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FCorinne%20Bailey%20Rae-Put%20your%20records%20on.rbs&amp;colors=body:#232323;border:#FBFBFB;button:#FBFBFB;player_text:#FBFBFB;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three little birds, sat on my window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they told me I don't need to worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Summer came like cinnamon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So sweet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe sometimes, we got it wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; but it's alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And nothing seems to change, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it all will stay the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, don't you hesitate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl, put your records on, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell me your favourite song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you get your dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just go ahead, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let your hair down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're gonna find yourself somewhere, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blue as the sky, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sombre and lonely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sipping tea in the bar by the road side,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(just relax, just relax)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you let those other boys fool you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta love that awful hairdo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it's alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The more you stay the same, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the more they seem to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you think it's strange?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl, put your records on, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell me your favourite song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you get your dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're gonna find yourself somewhere, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just more than I could take, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pity for pity's sake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some nights kept me awake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I thought that I was stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you gonna realise, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you don't even have to try any longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do what you want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl, put your records on, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell me your favourite song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you get your dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl, put your records on, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell me your favourite song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you get your dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, You're gonna find yourself somewhere, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;enjoy! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-2520154021277565812?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/2520154021277565812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=2520154021277565812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/2520154021277565812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/2520154021277565812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#2520154021277565812' title='Corinne Bailey Rae'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-1280208225694862137</id><published>2006-11-29T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T23:41:16.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3H chalet</title><content type='html'>First &amp; foremost, much thanks to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alicia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for making this chalet possible, kudos to you! &lt;/span&gt;She booked the chalet, booked the bbq food, bought tidbits &amp;amp; drinks &amp; booked the bbq pit (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet was a blast! Played Xbox, poker, blackjack, tai ti, charades, One-word story. Lotsa games. Watched a horror move too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i ate a lot at that chalet ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played cai quan w Jasmine, had to drink &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bsolut Vodka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to escape, got soaked at the cute lil 'Bumper boats' game that was meant for kids. There were a lot of ppl staring because Alicia, Gladys, Jasmine, Darence, Kori, Xiao Li, Raunaq &amp;amp; me were the only older ones playing the boats, and we made a hell of a commotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys started the fire &amp; made burnt&lt;br /&gt;I helped to cook at the bbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played at &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mind&lt;em&gt;cafe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;with Imee, Boon, Nick, Keith, Kester, Zhang, Homing, Jon &amp;amp; Jake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried teaching Imee, Keith, Kester, Zhang, Homing &amp; Jon &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shadows over Camelot &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but failed miserably, before we completed 2 quests, they wanted a change of game alr. ): I think that, once you don't understand the game, it becomes sort of mundane to you, and you don't see the fun in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were playing other games, Boon, Nick, Kester &amp;amp; I became game testers of this new game called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Arkham('s)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's a little like Shadows over Camelot, but much tougher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last time, we went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mind&lt;em&gt;cafe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to play &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Munchkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, then after, to play &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Shadows over Camelot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, now it's going to be for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Arkham('s) Horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost like craaaazy, well, for this time anyway. We will win it, somehow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. David, Nick, Boon : Next time we go to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mind&lt;em&gt;cafe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, play &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Betrayal of the House on the Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Arkham('s) Horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; k? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S My hair is not ah lian laaaaaaar( esp to Keith/Kester/Abby).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelove.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-1280208225694862137?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/1280208225694862137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=1280208225694862137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/1280208225694862137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/1280208225694862137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#1280208225694862137' title='3H chalet'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-6785032084495007575</id><published>2006-11-27T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T16:27:25.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Chalet</title><content type='html'>I'm still at home at 4.25pm ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be at the class chalet right now, but I haven't asked permission yet and my dad's in a real bitchy mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst come to worst, I'll sneak out tonight and take 12 to Downtown East ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to have dinner to celebrate Jasmine's bday too, but don't know if i can make it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the class chalet will be fun, looking forward to it! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 15th birthday, Jasmine!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P.S. Mindcafe on Wednesday @ Boat Quay :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-6785032084495007575?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/6785032084495007575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=6785032084495007575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/6785032084495007575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/6785032084495007575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#6785032084495007575' title='Class Chalet'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-8275997924650951510</id><published>2006-11-25T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T01:43:36.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goong &amp; Christmas</title><content type='html'>Goong ended its run T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ending wasn't very well done, but it was a good show nonetheless( second time watching, btw). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/2407/320/645053/15gwegj.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I still like Joo Ji Hoon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/2407/200/274966/photo25462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;no matter how many people are on Kim Jeong Hoon's Side. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Shin Goon. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know all this sounds weird coming from me. I've been an anti-korean drama person - until Goong. I'm also not the crazy fan type, so bear with me being weird, while i lust after Joo Ji Hoon. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is not far away, but i can feel the festive spirit bubbling already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to see the northern lights, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/2407/320/497145/a3a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna see snow( that's not in a jar),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/2407/400/602592/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna catch snowflakes on my tongue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/2407/320/94207/07snow2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I wanna build a snowman on the front lawn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/2407/320/751873/snowman.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I wanna sit by the fireplace &amp; read a book,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/2407/320/701659/300px-FireplaceWithFire.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Sit under the Christmas tree &amp; open presents,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3792/2407/320/577619/christmas%20tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Gosh, so many things I wanna do. ): Oh well, that's life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for bball tmr &amp;amp; also for the class chalet on Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Thank you for your company (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-8275997924650951510?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/8275997924650951510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=8275997924650951510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/8275997924650951510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/8275997924650951510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#8275997924650951510' title='Goong &amp; Christmas'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-116419193888800054</id><published>2006-11-22T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T00:00:16.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Cafe</title><content type='html'>First off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Sweet 16th Birthday, Jo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; aka Jokerphine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that never fails to brighten our day with her (lame)jokes, laughter, &lt;s&gt;inability to walk without leaning on someone&lt;/s&gt;, and her &lt;s&gt;mental instability&lt;/s&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being a friend, ever since p5 prefect camp, until now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have the best &amp; first birthday celebrated in Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;b&gt;Mind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cafe&lt;/i&gt; with David, Justin &amp; Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about the same as &lt;b&gt;Settlers&lt;/b&gt;, with less fluffy bean bags &amp; cushions, but way cheaper! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It costs $5/per person for 4 hours of boardgame fun, from Monday to Friday, 2-6pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way cheap. Plus, free flow of drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, you get to order stuff like lasagne or chicken cutlet for $5. which is cheap, considering the big portion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a round of &lt;b&gt;Munchkin&lt;/b&gt;, a round of &lt;b&gt;You must be an Idiot!&lt;/b&gt;, &amp; two rounds of &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shadows Over Camelot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought &lt;b&gt;Munchkin&lt;/b&gt; was fun, but &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shadows Over Camelot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; pawns &lt;b&gt;Munchkin&lt;/b&gt;'s ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very innovative, one of a kind game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules were well, sort of confusing to absorb at the start, but easier once you got the hang of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it's a very medieval game of knights and conquests, as we, the boardgame players, try to fight the boardgame itself, not against each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds stupid? Wait til you try to defeat the game. &lt;b&gt;Morgan&lt;/b&gt;'s one sick bitch, lol(Play it and you'll hate &lt;b&gt;Morgan&lt;/b&gt; too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we lost both games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so close to winning the game, but i drew a &lt;b&gt;Morgan&lt;/b&gt; card, and everyone died except David, who couldn't make any move without losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will conquer that game, next time. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the answer to the joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's 6 feet long &amp; lies at the bottom of the ocean?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans :  &lt;font color="#FF0099"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Moby's Dick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You perverts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-116419193888800054?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116419193888800054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=116419193888800054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/116419193888800054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/116419193888800054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116419193888800054' title='Mind Cafe'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-116388287075555481</id><published>2006-11-19T04:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T04:58:09.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't sleep</title><content type='html'>Good Morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 4.45am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the chalet, been sleeping at wee hours, ytd and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bio clock's messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now an owl, and I will hunt all the rats in Singapore down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rats are cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished playing dota with Winston, Dexter &amp; Darren. Man, I stink. Haven't played in awhile and I already reverted back to before I improved ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like taking a walk to the beach, and I could, if my front door ledge weren't so squeaky, it'll stir my precious mother dear from her slumber, and lo and behold, will all hell&amp;fury break lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine the breakwater, damn, it's so inviting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need to be a good girl, and stay put at home, otherwise bad ppl will come and take me away :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I shall play cards with my imaginary friend, Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-116388287075555481?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116388287075555481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=116388287075555481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/116388287075555481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/116388287075555481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116388287075555481' title='Can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-116377841884526917</id><published>2006-11-17T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T02:12:07.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NZ Chalet</title><content type='html'>Back from NZ Chalet, it was fun fun fun !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&amp;Kudos to Jevonne for organising this chalet, booking it, ordering the bbq food and lots more! Wouldn't have made it happen without you, Jev, you &lt;b&gt;rock&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/socialsuicide-/tmpphphu3MqI.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/socialsuicide-/tmpphptnHP9b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing "qing ni gen wo yi qi wan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/socialsuicide-/tmpphpZJPRg0.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abby, her pouty whiney face :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/socialsuicide-/tmpphpZ6Vi3n.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barbeque w yummylicious wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/socialsuicide-/tmpphptyo7G3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the master chefs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/socialsuicide-/tmpphp4y4Vjh-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"too many cooks spoil the broth" - haha jk, food was egg-cellent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/socialsuicide-/tmpphpGXp0in.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/socialsuicide-/tmpphpP6RI1u.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daphne w Meh Meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/socialsuicide-/tmpphpNiAYLb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenny, Daphne, Me and Meh Meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/socialsuicide-/tmpphpBXsyoA.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jierong, sleeping w his pooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He later had several erotic pictures entangled w his dear boyfriend, nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We followed Thong, Lenny, Jo, Nicholas, Jierong, Dahpne to school for their CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/socialsuicide-/tmpphp296JQF.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping, with jierong's smelly feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On bus 12, everyone fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Abby, Amirul, Weirong &amp; I went to Tampines Mall for breakfast &amp; to Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/socialsuicide-/tmpphpTp513k.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tampines mall @ 10+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/socialsuicide-/tmpphpmFG7ZS.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like a must to do "kawaii-neh" sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/socialsuicide-/tmpphpf0lSDt.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo, w amirul's hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/socialsuicide-/tmpphpBzlnoh.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the state of the room : utter mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/socialsuicide-/tmpphp5oEPJt.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can play okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the chalet was a big success! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again! Again! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have another chalet at the same place with 3H!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent Shearen off today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, lucky we weren't in the emo mood. Otherwise, I think we all would've cried. Imee, Nicole &amp; Abby went home after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David, Boon, Nick, Jas &amp; I went to &lt;b&gt;Settler's&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played &lt;b&gt;Munchkin&lt;/b&gt;. Man, it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad told us some jokes today. I have no idea where he gets the jokes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Racist&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call a Singh kid?&lt;br /&gt;Ans : &lt;b&gt;A Singhlet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call the last Singh on Earth?&lt;br /&gt;Ans : &lt;b&gt;Jaswant Singh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Animal&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call a sheep that can't swim?&lt;br /&gt;Ans : &lt;b&gt;A sinking sheep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my brother told his joke, which wasn't funny at all :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;" There was this boy who bought a pet fish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that same day, he went for a jog at Bedok Reservoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocently, he released his pet fish into the water and started his route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran 3 rounds around the Reservoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his first round, the fish jumped out of the water and back to the same spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his second round, the fish jumped out of the water and back to the same spot again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his third round, the fish jumped again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy was impressed, and decided to try it again the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his first round, the fish jumped yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his second round, the fish jumped again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, on his third round, the fish disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy was really sad, that his pet fish had swum away. Dejected, he went home and took a shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw something coming out of the tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : The fish?&lt;br /&gt;Bro : No lar stupid, water la then? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;@(*!&amp;%!$()__+_!@(%!@%(@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a joke you can ponder over :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's 6 feet long and lies at the bottom of the ocean?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can answer through the tagboard! Answer's on the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It's a dirty joke &gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelove.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-116377841884526917?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116377841884526917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=116377841884526917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/116377841884526917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/116377841884526917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116377841884526917' title='NZ Chalet'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-116352597456184543</id><published>2006-11-15T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T23:54:37.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish&amp;Co.</title><content type='html'>Had another great dinner w the girls!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Fish&amp;Co. , Jo's treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a seafood platter for two, shared by Shearen, Jo, and later Nicole(she was an hour late, so we "burned" her), along with fried calamari &amp; mussels in butter&amp;garlic sauce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrumptious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imee&amp;Abby had the New York Fish&amp;Chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, went to Siglap for Haagen Dazs, we had Fondue! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any gang of greedy pigs, we finished the Fondue spread in a matter of mins :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, still haven't gotten the photos from lazy Shearen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be able to update for a few days because I'll be away at the OPC chalet w th NZ group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it'll be a blast and bring back th fun we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Update&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/socialsuicide-/tmpphpJVKW7R.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate fondue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/socialsuicide-/outing.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-116352597456184543?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116352597456184543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=116352597456184543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/116352597456184543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/116352597456184543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116352597456184543' title='Fish&amp;Co.'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-116343920340498007</id><published>2006-11-14T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T01:36:15.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Had a great day out w the girls (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be up tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Random&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents need to stop acting weird because kids can seriously get TRAUMATIZED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we were watching MTV when my dad passed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#FF0099&gt;Dad : Wah, this video quite hot ah. What song?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Urm..Don't Cha.&lt;br /&gt;Dad : Oh(watches &amp; listens intently).&lt;br /&gt;Me : *stare*&lt;br /&gt;Dad : I also know how to sing :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't cha wish your &lt;b&gt;boyfriend&lt;/b&gt; was hot like me? Don't cha wish your &lt;b&gt;boyfriend&lt;/b&gt; was a freak like me?" *does a jig*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. BURN NICOLE! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-116343920340498007?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116343920340498007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=116343920340498007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/116343920340498007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/116343920340498007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116343920340498007' title='Random'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-116330915166761573</id><published>2006-11-12T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T13:25:51.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truncated is over!</title><content type='html'>Hello, I'm back. &gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the sec3s, I know this is a BIT slow, but, truncated is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more stupid lectures where not a word can get into your brain, or suffer in the freezing air-conditions for more than an hour and a half cuz you have 3 audi lectures in one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Step Up with El at one of the sneak previews, glad that we did man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That show is awesome,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/socialsuicide-/tmpphpS5N6wf.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complete w the uber hot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/socialsuicide-/tmpphpJpTa0z.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Channing ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a must watch ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bbq at Ray's ytd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Kori, Darence, Nicole and Shaun before that.(Warning : Going out with this bunch, except for Kori, might result in a very very long wait alone, sadly eating more than one cup of ice cream during the duration of the wait.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stopped at Cartel for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for the bbq, so I had to leave without eating ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw quite a lot of pri schl ppl, many I haven't seen in awhile. I miss Ngee Ann. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, dyed my hair in the form of highlights, red and brown. It was an attempt to stop my hair from looking so jet black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if ppl will just stop calling me ah lian, because I don't speak Chinese nor broken English(most of the time, anyways), and I don't swear every five minutes. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelove.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-116330915166761573?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116330915166761573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=116330915166761573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/116330915166761573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/116330915166761573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116330915166761573' title='Truncated is over!'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-116205367090259147</id><published>2006-10-29T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:45:48.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Temporary closure of blog.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-116205367090259147?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116205367090259147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=116205367090259147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/116205367090259147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/116205367090259147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116205367090259147' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-116188250026610158</id><published>2006-10-27T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T01:08:20.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Biennale.</title><content type='html'>Went to the &lt;b&gt;Singapore Biennale 2006&lt;/b&gt; at City Hall w Shearen, Jo &amp; Imee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those interested in the arts and such, or are simply bored out of your minds, head on down to City Hall for a cool experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Caution&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not so daring, or are scared of disturbing images, take heed of Exhibits that are labelled 'Parental Guidance'. They're there for a reason &gt;:] It is wise to partner a person who is daring, and unwise to partner someone w th same amount of horror tolerance as you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imee &amp; I got scared at the &lt;b&gt;Erika Tan&lt;/b&gt; Exhibit due to daunting images. Won't go into details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have newfound admiration for artistes w very vivid imaginations and creativity levels, especially th works of &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Donna&lt;/u&gt; Ong&lt;/b&gt;. I wish my surname was Ong, I'll be an artistic genius :D Her works are at first glance, disturbing, but later, you'll realise the story behind it, and thus, find yourself appreciating her work so much more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The City Hall exhibit is not like, boring paintings hanging on white washed walls, plain, plain, plain. There are visual images and videography and sounds and stuff like that. The artistes make use of particular spaces tht were used previously by judges and lawyers etc. Like the &lt;b&gt;Loudspeaker&lt;/b&gt; room, suppose to be the Chairman's Office or smth. That particular artist used the room to sort of, command authority?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not much to tell a person something, and expect them to know what the work looks like, so head to City Hall to check it out yourself! The &lt;b&gt;Singapore Biennale 2006&lt;/b&gt; ends on &lt;b&gt;12th Nov&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then hopped onto th Shuttle service after lunch at Funan, and headed to the &lt;b&gt;National Museum&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shearen did not enter the National Museum exhibit because she had to pay for it, as she had been there once before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular exhibit was quite disturbing, what w th glowing thing, I don't know what it's called &gt;.&lt; but it's to detect neutrinos or smth like that. It's kinda cool cuz it looks like a pod from th extra terrestrials *twilight zone music playing*. Also, &lt;b&gt;The Last Supper&lt;/b&gt; video which talks about criminals partaking their last meal, thus called &lt;b&gt;The Last Supper&lt;/b&gt;, before they are setenced to death. And, I think the exhibit that was labelled " The Heart is a Lonely Painter " needs a warning label, not a freaking parental guidance. Only Jo was daring enough to take a peek in, and I was glad I didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shearen &amp; Jo headed home. Imee &amp; I continued on our &lt;b&gt;Biennale Hunt&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining, and we had jst missed the Shuttle Service. We wanted to head to &lt;b&gt;Tanglin Camp&lt;/b&gt;, but the bus was due to arrive in like 50mins, so we decided to head to the nearest exhibit( or so we thought), that was in &lt;b&gt;St Joseph's Cathedral&lt;/b&gt;. We had a map, from the brochures we took, and I(muahahaha), smartly ran across the road, which made Imee run after me, and we began to navigate our way w maps that had inadequate information, and we walked pretty far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached &lt;b&gt;St Joseph's Cathedral&lt;/b&gt;, but, MUCH TO OUR DISAPPOINTMENT, it closed at 4.30pm, when we reached there at like 4.44pm!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not happy w missing the exhibit, we went to the &lt;b&gt;National Library&lt;/b&gt; where there were also exhibits! Unfort, there were only 3 bloody exhibits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At tht time, Imee figured out what the initials SAM, that was in front of the National Museum, stood for. It represented the &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Singapore Art Museam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!!! It wasn't a bloody s.a.m. as in tht post thingy. T.T We walked like 2km away from th &lt;b&gt;National Museum&lt;/b&gt; when there was an exhibit like 200m away from us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to &lt;b&gt;Singapore Art Museum&lt;/b&gt;, which made us go in like a square, back to where we were in the first place, we passed &lt;b&gt;Sculpture Square&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Church of St Peter's and Paul&lt;/b&gt;, but did not stop to see the exhibits, as we thought the museum was due to close soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, the exhibit was not that interesting. It was supposed to be arts from the 1970s. Kinda Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, we managed to visit &lt;b&gt;City Hall&lt;/b&gt;, the &lt;b&gt;National Museum&lt;/b&gt;, the &lt;b&gt;National Library&lt;/b&gt; &amp; the &lt;b&gt;Singapore Art Museum&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wna visit Tanglin Camp! Argh. Next time maybe. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imee &amp; I headed home w very aching backs and sore legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. We only have like 50 more badges to go :D&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S Tmr is Skating day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Thank you for al th tags people (: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelove.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-116188250026610158?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116188250026610158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=116188250026610158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/116188250026610158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/116188250026610158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116188250026610158' title='Singapore Biennale.'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-116170466884250860</id><published>2006-10-24T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T23:44:29.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bball</title><content type='html'>Jst came back from bball at Bedok, Keng Lai's house there. Overshot 2 bus stops due to the inadequate info from dense Zackary. East Coast Rd is very creepy at night, don't go there to play, kiddies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa's birfy today, Happy Birthday Grandpa! My grandpa is th coolest ever, cuz he can read this birthday msg from the computer! *gasp* Lol, jk. He's not tht high tech. Anyways, it's the thought that counts ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought clothes today, damn, I'm growing up :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Think that you're right, okay? Whatever you think, go ahead. I'm not going to bother, because I know tht I did nothing wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-116170466884250860?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116170466884250860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=116170466884250860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/116170466884250860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/116170466884250860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116170466884250860' title='Bball'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-116135111858861365</id><published>2006-10-20T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T00:39:59.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jasmine</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;friend (frnd) &lt;br /&gt;n. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is important, and wonderful. It's the second most important part that makes up our lives, after our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, what do you do when friendships turn sour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if, these so called friends, doubt and discriminate against you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you turn to, then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jst can't take it anymore, I should not be upset over things that I shouldn't even be bothered with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, my friends, are the ones tearing me apart, instead of strangers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how much worse it hurts, when your friends are the ones doing the bitching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I trust, I thought I could, are the ones talking bad about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a stereotypical situation as any girl would feel when quarrels occur between friends, but I swear it's getting out of hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people not discriminate others, and jst be neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what you think I did was underhand? All I did was ask for a review of my essay, and I managed to get higher marks as a result. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask, why is it that others never asked for marks, and were just contented with what they got, but I had to ask for marks? Well, I know you think I'm cocky, but I felt that my essay was not badly written, and deserved better. That's what I think. It's not as if I took a correction pen and changed the marks myself, it wasn't for me to judge my writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You treated me as if I cheated or something, which sucks, although considering you're being a friend whose pretending to like me, that's fine by me. So, it wasn't for me to mark my own essay and add marks myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, the teacher did give me a better score than the first time she marked. She even admitted that she did not read my essay thoroughly, so why are you complaining in the first place? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted to get a higher score, take the goddamn initiative to ask yourself, and not be angry against me just because I got my marks altered. I don't understand your perspective of right and wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have no MORALS? What the FUCK are you talking about? Just becaused I asked for a review, that means I have NO MORALS? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morals&lt;br /&gt;of, pertaining to, or concerned with the principles or rules of right conduct or the distinction between right and wrong; ethical: moral attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as if I lied, robbed, or stole.&lt;br /&gt;In what way, does that make me a person with no morals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand your perspective of right and wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same concept as any other subject, take Geography for example, if you feel that you have a point in your answer that you deserved marks for, but you didn't get it, you bloody ASK. If you get the marks, it means you GOT the points, not because the teacher was sympathetic. Also, with my English, if it WERE sympathy vote, my marks would have been added by 1 at the very most. But, it was not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this is all because I got the marks, and you did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the fun times we've had in Sec 1&amp;2. I thank you for being there for me. I've heard so many stories about you, from your so called friends now, who have decided that they don't hate you anymore. I feel so insulted, for all the times I stuck up for you when others had hateful things to say about you. I considered you a friend, I said you were actually alright to those who told me to stay away from you. I tried to convince them that you were a great friend, that it was jst your temper. Why oh why, did I bother? When it comes down to this, you weren't really treating me as a friend at all. I was just used by you. I guess I've had enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;b&gt;You&lt;/b&gt; &amp; &lt;b&gt;You&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know about the talk, about me, and I know that &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;x2, side with her. Is it really fair to me? To talk about me, and make judgement, when you have never even heard my side of the story? When I was not even around? Thank you, "friends".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Donna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-116135111858861365?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116135111858861365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=116135111858861365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/116135111858861365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/116135111858861365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116135111858861365' title='Jasmine'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-116101004035811969</id><published>2006-10-16T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T22:59:50.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=centre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; Year End Results &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt;(Incomplete)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;Chinese&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;E Maths&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Maths&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;Physics&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chemistry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;Geography&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Social Studies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;History Elective&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, my results have been very mediocre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I get for not putting in effort, can't blame anyone but myself. I know, in myself, that if I had bothered to study, I would have done better. Oh well, can't do anything except pray now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to all in getting their ideal L1R5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I happen to mention, I passed my E maths? Lol, happy but I think I still failed my goddamn overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I was &lt;br /&gt;a young boy, &lt;br /&gt;my Father took me into the city &lt;br /&gt;to see a marching band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "Son when &lt;br /&gt;you grow up &lt;br /&gt;will you be &lt;br /&gt;the savior of the broken, &lt;br /&gt;the beaten, and the damned?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "Will you &lt;br /&gt;defeat them, &lt;br /&gt;your demons &lt;br /&gt;and all the non-believers, &lt;br /&gt;the plans that they have made? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because one day &lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you &lt;br /&gt;a phantom &lt;br /&gt;to lead you in the summer, &lt;br /&gt;to join the black parade." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was &lt;br /&gt;a young boy, &lt;br /&gt;my Father took me into the city &lt;br /&gt;to see a marching band. &lt;br /&gt;He said "Son when &lt;br /&gt;you grow up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;will you be &lt;br /&gt;the savior of the broken, &lt;br /&gt;the beaten, and the damned&lt;/b&gt;?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get the feeling &lt;br /&gt;she's watching over me. &lt;br /&gt;And other times I feel like I should go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When through it all, &lt;br /&gt;the rise and fall, &lt;br /&gt;the bodies' in the streets, &lt;br /&gt;and when you're gone we want you all to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;We'll Carry on&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;We'll Carry on, &lt;br /&gt;and though you said you &lt;b&gt;dont believe me&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Your memory will carry on, &lt;br /&gt;we'll carry on, &lt;br /&gt;and thought my heart I can't contain it, &lt;br /&gt;the anthem wont explain it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A world that &lt;u&gt;sends you reeling &lt;br /&gt;from decimated dreams&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;b&gt;misery&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt; will kill us all. &lt;br /&gt;So paint it black and take it back, &lt;br /&gt;lets shout it loud and clear. &lt;br /&gt;Do you fight it to the end?, we hear the call &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to carry on. &lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on, &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;though your dead and gone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; believe me &lt;br /&gt;Your memory will &lt;br /&gt;carry on. &lt;br /&gt;we'll carry on &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;b&gt;though you're broken and defeated&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;your weary widow marches... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...on and on we carry through the &lt;u&gt;fears&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;ooh oh ohhhh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dissapointed&lt;/u&gt; faces of your peers. &lt;br /&gt;ooh oh ohhhh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a look at me, &lt;br /&gt;cause I could not care at all--- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do or die, &lt;br /&gt;you'll never make me. &lt;br /&gt;Because the world, &lt;br /&gt;will never take my (heart). &lt;br /&gt;You can try, &lt;br /&gt;you'll never break me. &lt;br /&gt;You want it all, you wanna play this (part). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't explain, or say I'm sorry. &lt;br /&gt;Im not ashamed, I'm gonna show my (scar). &lt;br /&gt;You're the chair, for all the broken. &lt;br /&gt;Listen here, because it's too me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a man, I'm not a hero. &lt;br /&gt;Just a boy, who means to sing this (song). &lt;br /&gt;Just a man, I'm not a hero. &lt;br /&gt;I! - don't! - care!. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on. &lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on, &lt;br /&gt;and though your dead and gone believe me &lt;br /&gt;Your memory will &lt;br /&gt;carry on. &lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on, &lt;br /&gt;and though you're broken and defeated, &lt;br /&gt;your weary widow marches on!--- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do or die, you'll never make me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Because the world, will &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; take my heart. &lt;br /&gt;And though you try, you'll never break me. &lt;br /&gt;You want it &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;,(We'll carry on---) you wanna play this part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do or die, ,(We'll carry on---) you'll never make me &lt;br /&gt;Because the world,(We'll carry on---) will never take my heart. &lt;br /&gt;You can try, you'll never break me.,(We'll carry ....) &lt;br /&gt;You want it all,(We'll carry on------) you wanna play this part.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Welcome to the Black Parade&lt;/u&gt; by MCR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-116101004035811969?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116101004035811969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=116101004035811969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/116101004035811969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/116101004035811969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116101004035811969' title='Results'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-116074349117515298</id><published>2006-10-13T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T20:52:45.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa!</title><content type='html'>Let me get this off my chest first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER ! NO MORE EXAMS UNTIL NEXT YR ! :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more mugging, no more stress, no more listening to Haniel making farting noises and stopping the fan from oscillating so it faces his direction only, no more failed attempts at the library etc. etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much more time now for dotA-ing, going out, watching movies, Barbeques and Basketball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to catch a movie before having our usual barbeque. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met at Imee's busstop. Imee, Jasmine and I wore FBT shorts to Cineleisure, super unglam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached there however, the tickets for &lt;b&gt;John Tucker Must Die&lt;/b&gt; was sold out. So, we didn't watch a movie in the end. Abby met us at LJS for lunch. Then, we headed back to Parkway via 36. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our barbeque budget was tight, so we manage to find the cheapest stuff minus the usual cups, plates, satay sticks and cutlery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate like barbarians(: And we played volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby, I owe you money for the cake for Shearen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought Shearen a cake since we couldn't celebrate with her on her Sweet 16th which was the day before our History Elective paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls' outing to Sentosa ! It was Cynthia, Michele, Gladys, Clarissa, Pei xuan, Alicia, Cheryl L., Vanessa, Cheryl K. &amp; Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met at Vivo City, then headed to the bus that brought us into Sentosa. Met 3D ppl on the bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Siloso Beach(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met this group of bengs there. Asked us to play captain's ball w them. *aherm Gladys ^^* Played w them for awhile, then we went to swim in the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole, Jillene, and Kenneth came very much later =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played ball in the water w the guys after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth was the only guy from 3H w us. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys, Cheryl L. and I went to shower. Darren asked Gladys for her no. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren, who knew Gladys' name from Peixuan cuz another guy, also named, Darren, was Peixuan's ex pri schl mate. Lol, a lot of hoohah while we were playing captain's ball in the water, cuz keep throwing Gladys the ball so that Darren, the Keeper, can catch it from her. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other guy asked Cheryl K. for no. too. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at HarbourFront w Gladys, Clarissa, Peixuan, Alicia and Cheryl L. Movie marathon, girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had great fun w 3H girls, but we need more people and more outings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Replies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;b&gt;Amirul&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Richny&lt;/b&gt; &amp; &lt;b&gt;Jie Rong&lt;/b&gt; for the good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kenneth&lt;/b&gt; : Pls lar, I more masculine than you can? :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jinghan&lt;/b&gt; : Say my name, say my name! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shaun&lt;/b&gt; : Updated (: Yes, that person is very bo liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jinghan&lt;/b&gt; : Of course la,who doesn't love me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Poser)shaun&lt;/b&gt; : Are you that bored, m'dear? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;huanting&lt;/b&gt; : Lol, your friend so lame can? How you stand him in class. And nooo, that's the poser shaun.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelove.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-116074349117515298?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116074349117515298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=116074349117515298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/116074349117515298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/116074349117515298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116074349117515298' title='Sentosa!'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-115909092467877403</id><published>2006-09-24T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T17:48:36.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Femme</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=200 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 54% Feminine, 46% Masculine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoumasculineorfemininequiz/gender-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in touch with both your feminine and masculine sides.&lt;br /&gt;You're sensitive at the right times, but you don't let your emotions overwhelm you.&lt;br /&gt;You're not a eunuch, just the best of both genders.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoumasculineorfemininequiz/"&gt;Are You Masculine or Feminine?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=200 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 70% Boyish and 30% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A7CEFF"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a girl. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-115909092467877403?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115909092467877403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=115909092467877403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115909092467877403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115909092467877403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115909092467877403' title='Femme'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-115884740439232675</id><published>2006-09-21T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:10:36.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very weird convo.</title><content type='html'>I realised that conversations with Shaun turn out weird, don't even know how. We were talking about emo, then it became Elmo. We talked about some rly emo person who posted on her blog, then commented on it. Then, started to talk about stuffed toys, which led to Disneyland and Donald Duck, Mickey Mouse house and Space Mountain. Then, it led to Universal Studios and Sea world. THEN, it became dolphins and penguins and Australia. Then, it became the ZOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the warmth of your eyes you gave me ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm gna try and get a job at the zoo this hols :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the warmth of your eyes you gave me ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;zzz.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;how can.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fail lah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the warmth of your eyes you gave me ; says:&lt;br /&gt;w&lt;b&gt;hy cannot..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;work as clean poopoo sure.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;need cert.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the warmth of your eyes you gave me ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;at least i got animals around (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the warmth of your eyes you gave me ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rly meh, what cert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;need to go for course.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the warmth of your eyes you gave me ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ahhhhhh,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;zookeeper one.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the warmth of your eyes you gave me ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;go for learning course.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;crazy. then allow any ABC to be zookeeper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;open the cage.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and set them free.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;next day singapore's gov. announce state of emergency.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;call in thailand army to fight against animals.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;then animals call backup.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hippo bring tigers from malaysia come.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;crocodiles come from aust.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;polars swim from alaska.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;seals and penguins make their way here from n.pole.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the warmth of your eyes you gave me ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Okay Okay!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;attack singapore.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the warmth of your eyes you gave me ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I GET THE POINT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the warmth of your eyes you gave me ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I GET IT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lee kuan yew use Pokeball!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MASTERBALL*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;catch lugia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;then send lugia to attack back.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;houhou see lugia then come and kaypo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;then 3 ledgendary cats all come and help.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pokemon and animal kingdom and digimon all fight.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;then tom cruise come.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;war of the worlds.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;thunderstorms.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;got machines&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;machines pwn all.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;then among all the commoners,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rise the Djie. he inject aids into the machines1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and POOF!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IT BECAME KOKO CRUNCH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the warmth of your eyes you gave me ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nice story?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the warmth of your eyes you gave me ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;omgwtfbbq?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._." what's the no. for WoodBridge again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get you. We care for you, we give you advice. You don't take it. You continue to wallow in your self-pity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you think we don't pay enough attention to you, but how can you accuse us of not caring for you? It's over. Get over it already. Yet, you refuse to let it go. You choose to relive it. You choose to remember it. It's your choice. You can't expect us to always be there for you when you wish not to listen to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rly don't get you, at all. You choose to be with Lin An &amp; co. You say we treat you like a spare tyre? When we ask you out, you choose to go out with them? We didn't pang seh you. Also, I can understand that they'll listen. But, we have too. We just don't see why you can't get over it. We could, why can't you? We are over it and you are not. You have to carry on in life, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the last to know things? I'm sorry but I have to say this. I, personally, have told you things that I told you never to tell anyone. Yet, I found out tht you told other people that very bloody week? You tell me, how am I, how are we, to trust you with things we know you'll tell others about. Plus, you're always breaking down. I think if we were to burden you with our problems, it'll make you feel even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it, this part was written for myself as a reflection. Even if you read this, I doubt you'll think what I'm saying is true and revert to your old ways. We care for you, we don't want you to cry anymore. But, how can we make you see things our way? Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Donna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-115884740439232675?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115884740439232675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=115884740439232675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115884740439232675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115884740439232675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115884740439232675' title='A very weird convo.'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-115876127807596775</id><published>2006-09-20T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:25:44.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plasma TVs</title><content type='html'>Today, they screened the video of our journey to OPC, NZ on the Plasma TVs in the canteen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brought back memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than 3 mths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all of us were together, watching the tv, clustered around one table. That same feeling of togetherness came back to me, as if we were being orientated on our first day there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneaky Jacob took and pasted personal reflections from our blogs at the end of the video(Gay friend!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss OPC, and everything that came with it. I miss the fun, the madness, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I wna do it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On th other hand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate mint cookies made Donny a happy girl. Half the cookies in the box have disappeared, where did they GO? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, SYF auditions are over. No more fretting over wht to say etc. and thinking if Angie would be disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so chirpy, more so than I've ever been for awhile. I hope that this mood is here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shoutout&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all the tags in reference to the iPod post. Much appreciated (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-115876127807596775?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115876127807596775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=115876127807596775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115876127807596775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115876127807596775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115876127807596775' title='Plasma TVs'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-115842147664640755</id><published>2006-09-16T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:49:28.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipod stealer</title><content type='html'>First off, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my endeared &amp; priceless(to me!) iPod Video has been stolen by some inconsiderable jerk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tht the person will get his/her just desserts. Hope he/she trips&amp;falls into a manhole or smth or {insert smth extremely horrible here}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if tht person did it out of spite or greed. I jst want it back; I miss it alr ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's back to gloomy bus rides in th morning, cuz i doubt my dad'll get me another one since i lost my most prized possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you, steal my wallet, steal my phone, i don't care. Why did you have to steal my iPod? Cost me freaking 500bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to ppl who came round to comfort me or sent msgs tht cheered me up(: appreciated  much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thks to zack who said he'll beat up th person if he found out who it was. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I'm not part of this charade anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how hard it is to resist th urge to break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised how fictional friendships can be. Sometimes, I wonder if friendships truly exist.* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if they do, for how long will this fairytale last?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly blissed tht I do not have to partake in events of perpetual lies &amp; falsehood. * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm jst content now, to take a backseat &amp; see where it all leads to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* - It's jst my opinion, you don't have to feel th need to be insulted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-115842147664640755?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115842147664640755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=115842147664640755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115842147664640755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115842147664640755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115842147664640755' title='Ipod stealer'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-115805012944234161</id><published>2006-09-12T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T16:42:18.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of Term 4</title><content type='html'>So, it's the start of a new "bright&amp;sunny" term. Funny how holidays never seem to suffice. This one week's vacation seemed like a 3-day weekend. Plus, with an added bonus of ... Homework! I'm glad to say I've done naught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of Monday marked the 5th anniversary of the September 11 trauma. It didn't seem that long ago to me that the twin towers got struck. Guess it goes to show how blatantly ignorant I am about the world.&amp; what a great way to start the term. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the people who are gg or are alr screwed for not doing their homework. Kudos to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm supposed to just have had my Chem test. Unfortunately(or fortunately), I got sick, muahahaha :D Two days' MC! I'm like, over the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wna be a conservationist when I grow up, jst like steve irwin! (: I love animals. haha, jst felt like saying tht. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found quotes written into one of my notebooks by a friend who ripped it off somewhere :X but i think they're cute :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everybody has photographic memory, some just don't have the film."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The less you are perceived to be, the more you can get away with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jr&lt;/b&gt;: Hey! :D Who'll miss you? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;daryl&lt;/b&gt;: Lol, is tht another attempt at a cold joke? :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rina&lt;/b&gt;: Hey rina, linked ya alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.15.15.14&lt;/b&gt;: Thanks, boon.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;whatever&lt;/b&gt;: I know tht there are ppl who are worse off than me, I'm not in self-pity. I'm jst looking fr answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shaun&lt;/b&gt;: welcome back, maehmaeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shearen&lt;/b&gt;: Hey dearie(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelove.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-115805012944234161?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115805012944234161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=115805012944234161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115805012944234161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115805012944234161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115805012944234161' title='Start of Term 4'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-115755095634252636</id><published>2006-09-06T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:04:22.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo day</title><content type='html'>What's the perfect setting for an emo day?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beach, on a breakwater &amp; it's pouring gallons. You're soaked to the bone. Alone, cold &amp; tired of this rat race. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when ppl sit on breakwaters, there's always this surge of unhappiness and swirl of emotions, that rush through your brains, and ruins a picturesque sunset? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're lonely, facing an open sea, no one around you. Everyone's too caught up with personal issues. Even though you know that they care, you aren't too sure 'cause you can't tell when they do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, there are some people who hurt you. Intentionally or unintentionally, it still hurts. The worst thing is if they hurt you, and don't even realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childish problems, they are, but why are we so affected? Where do we go for answers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a damn map, to lead me to where I'm supposed to end up. Right now, I'm definitely on uncharted areas with only a toothpick for companionship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-115755095634252636?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115755095634252636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=115755095634252636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115755095634252636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115755095634252636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115755095634252636' title='Emo day'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-115729450087259327</id><published>2006-09-03T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:45:14.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents' Seminar</title><content type='html'>So, we were called to school to "volunteer" for the Parents' Seminar in lieu with the Be My Guest proj., to attain our CE grades. Damn the hot sunny cloudless day. It was sweltering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were assigned to escort our dear guests to the Audi. There were 5 of us in the group that stood behind the library at the carpark. Nicole, Jillene, Cheryl, Wei ru and I. The guys were being prats and doing gay shit in the carpark, nothing unusual. When a car turned in, they'd bow excessively and greet them oh-so-cheesily. That's 3H for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to repeat, " Good afternoon, Sir/Ma'am. Are you here for the Parents' Seminar? Let me show you the way." Lol, felt quite foolish but it was quite satisfying when the parents commend you and you feel appreciated, having given up your damned Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our reward? We got to finish the leftovers from the buffet table after the interval ended and the parents were in the Audi again. All this, for the sake of a grade on a piece of paper. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played bball with Weilong, Cheryl, Weilun and Lemuel after the thingy. Played for awhile before we were chased by Mr. Hairy. Lemuel and I went to get bubble tea! Met Shearen along Haig rd, haha. The girl so happy that she gg swimming =x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Kenglai called and asked Lemuel to go play bball at SCC. Lemuel asked me if i wanted to go. So, we went. Haha. It was Darren, Zack, Shi Xiang, Kenglai and Lemuel. Felt so pai seh to play cuz a lot of pro-looking bballers in their jerseys sitting around an overcrowded court. Then, this one guy joined us. Earlier on, Darren told me that the same guy, was damn pro. Can use left/right one handed, and still manage to shoot. Plus, he could touch the rim. And, he's slightly shorter than Keng Lai. Damn pro. AND, he's damn cute. Hahahaha. Really very cute. Too bad didn't get his no. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner with Zack, Shaun and Nick at Parkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandzies came over in the evening today. Went out for dinner. I love my grandparents! Not like they'll ever know, but I really do. Don't exactly know how to say "I love you, Grandma/Grandpa" in dialect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Kbox with the girls!(except, minus Abby ):) Till then, Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tag Replies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;aannoonnyymmoouuss&lt;/b&gt;: I didn't realise I was giving off the impression of acting cute, oops. And, I'm not cute, goddamn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Manc&lt;/b&gt;: Ooops&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-115729450087259327?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115729450087259327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=115729450087259327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115729450087259327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115729450087259327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115729450087259327' title='Parents&apos; Seminar'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-115711565711088019</id><published>2006-09-01T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T10:49:27.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's Day</title><content type='html'>Ytd was Teacher's Day cum Aces' Day. Woke up at freaking 5.30 cuz Rizal wanted us student leaders to be in school by 6.30. HOWEVER, my effort was to naught because it started pourly heavily at 6.45. My 30 mins of sleep T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other alternative was to do Ace's Day in the hall with only the Sec 1s and 2s. Well..I saw Jun jie laughing.Bet he was laughing too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Ian &amp; I waited fr the guides and red cross peeps. So, Ian, Abby, Mavis, Verity and I made our way to NAPS. We met Winston, Timothy, Ryan and Boon Wei. It was about 11.30. There was a sign that said that we, the ex-pupils, could only enter the schl at 1.30 =/ We went to eat. We met more ppl along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,it was Abby, Ian, Mavis, Verity, Tim, Win, Ryan, Boon wei, Priscilla, Rachel, Jun Rui, Elise, Daryl, Darren, Chester, Ian C., Guo Wei, Gabriel, Suting, Wei Ru. We took up like 4 tables at BK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAPS was damn packed when we got there. They wouldn't let us go up the 2nd storey. All of us had to stay on the ground floor. Met Mrs Chen &amp; Mrs Kee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Marine Square to watch a movie! It was a simple yet fun outing. Memories of ngee ann, man. There were 19 of us, cuz El &amp; Wei ru had to go. We watched Monster House! Haha, Priscilla held 152 bucks worth of tickets. Swear, th ticket guy can't count. He goes.." 10..20..30..40..urh..50." Zzz. 19 tickets man! I also noticed 6 6/2 ppl and 13 6/1 ppl. More outings during th Dec Hols! Lovelove&lt;3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/socialsuicide-/naps.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naps&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tag replies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JingHan&lt;/b&gt;: Hey, Jingy Jing (: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jasmine&lt;/b&gt;: I can't believe it, either. x) Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;anon&lt;/b&gt;: You're damn cute can? Expect me to know who you are when you put anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daryl&lt;/b&gt;: hello cold joke person ^^ I have an alter ego &gt;:] you just haven't met her, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nicole&lt;/b&gt;: hey, nini ng (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abby&lt;/b&gt;: "Anon, yea I'm talking about you" :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-115711565711088019?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115711565711088019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=115711565711088019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115711565711088019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115711565711088019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115711565711088019' title='Teacher&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-115685666899126769</id><published>2006-08-29T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T21:04:29.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weiru.</title><content type='html'>It's so ironic the way you try to grab people's attention, and somehow I think it's not working out according to plan. You try to be there for people, be it genuine or falsehood. However, you don't undertand that wht we need is a listening ear, not a messenger. Things that people entrust you with, you spread. Out of concern? I'm quite skeptical. I hope you'll understand &amp; learn how to be the person you so desperately try to become, through genuine gestures and not through a facade. I'm not saying that I'm a gret friend, but these lies are getting out of hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-115685666899126769?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115685666899126769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=115685666899126769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115685666899126769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115685666899126769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115685666899126769' title='Weiru.'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-115676405910180448</id><published>2006-08-28T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T22:03:12.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. Kaileun</title><content type='html'>Today is a weird start to the rest of the week. I'm guessing everyone's happy that there are only 3 days this school week,except maybe for Miss Yap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers seemed especially cheerful today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my chinese teacher, Zhuo. She was elated that no one forgot to do the ke ben exercise, she said she couldn't believe it. Her previous comment was that, if no one got punished because of ke ben lian xi, she'll win 4D :D Ag 4 people are miracle workers. She didn't scold me for asking Kelvin to shut up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Mr V. Tan was very chirpy today, keep smiling while teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I have to admit, today was quite a fun school day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, we had an Aces' Day practise workout with TKG. Guess who tried to sneak in amongst us to see hot girls? Too bad, Cliff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instructors are so gay(happy) that we can't help laughing with them. :x I think all us leaders were very enthusiastic, gg for Aces' Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Parkway to eat with Abby, Wanfong, Weirong, Jolene, Xin yi, Nick, Jierong, Wei jie, Jun Liang, Leon, Cliff, Zack. Met Darence and Jasmine at the traffic light. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I don't know how I got myself into this mess, but I'll get myself out of it. The truth hurts so f-ing bad, so does being backstabbed. I don't know what you're playing at, but I can see the loopholes in your plan. Watch out. One day, you're going to fall into a ditch you oh-so-cleverly dugged out yourself. Then, I'm gonna look and laugh. I can't believe I trusted you. It was all a facade, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Replies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;passer by&lt;/b&gt;: I wonder who you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;weiru&lt;/b&gt;: Lol, I don't think you know who I'm referring to, but thanks anyways yea? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.15.15.14&lt;/b&gt;: HELLO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kest&lt;/b&gt;: My first tag from you!(: !Retsek OlleH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bokie!&lt;/b&gt;: Hello again, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shearen&lt;/b&gt;: Loves you back! haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abby&lt;/b&gt;: Eh, f*** lah. just update liao ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-115676405910180448?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115676405910180448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=115676405910180448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115676405910180448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115676405910180448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115676405910180448' title='P.S. Kaileun'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-115616748648977491</id><published>2006-08-21T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:38:06.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams.</title><content type='html'>The horror of it all. The test results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it all comes down to getting your results, you can bet you're not ready for it, and worse,worried sick in anticipation or denial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless, of course, you're the type that doesn't care about academics, which is highly unlikely in our freaking society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, you're one of those slacker kind, like me, who knows to expect bad results due to lack of concentration or determination, to will one's self to study. I only care about the subjects I study for though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, I'm super disappointed in my geography. Shan't divulge further. It's embarrassing. Geography was the only subject that I studied, and I let myself down. Donna goh is a major loser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting complicated. I wish I could be a good advisor and give my friends all the good advice they need that will help them get over these issues. Sadly, I can only listen to them. Why are things so complicated? Why can't life just stay simple and carefree? Then, many of us wouldn't be having all these irritating sticks up our asses that makes everyone so bitchy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope, I wish, I pray, things will get better one day. That one day better be damned well soon, or I'll go nuts. I sound like I've been preaching. Hmm.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I needed someone to talk to, where were &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;? When I thought you were my friend, where did &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; disappear to? When I needed a shoulder to cry on, where the fuck were &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;? When I needed a confidante, where were &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself all these questions when I was emotional, and now, I throw these queries aside when you start to confide in me again, just when I told myself not to be there for &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;, since &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; weren't there for me. Why? I got hurt, I got pissed. I didn't think &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; cared much. Yet, when you need me, I listen. I seriously wonder. I won't spill anything, I just want a reason as to why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, it doesn't relate to a singular "it". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt;Why do you always give me that look? It's as if I did something bad and you're giving me that scandalised facial expression. I know you're avoiding me. You don't have to make it so obvious that you are. Can't you be the nice friend you were before?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-115616748648977491?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115616748648977491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=115616748648977491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115616748648977491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115616748648977491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115616748648977491' title='Exams.'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-115598148675037129</id><published>2006-08-19T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T23:28:44.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Common tests are over!</title><content type='html'>Common Tests are freaking over, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink some champagne, pon some classes, watch some movies and play dota! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was one of the usual after exams barbeque with the usual crowd. It was really awesome. Kudos to the chefs : Boon, David, Winston, Abby and Imee! The rest of us were just waiting to eat =x Btw, Nicole and I ended up wearing the same colour combis. She wore a black shirt and green shorts. I wore a green shirt and black shorts. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon brought a Hard Gay - themed toy. Funny barrel thingy. We're supposed to stick the knives into slots. If the Hard Gay figurine pops out of the barrel you lose! We used it to play a dare game, that turned wrong later on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also taught some swakus how to play poker. Nobody wanted to learn Bridge, lols Boon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what we used as chips? Acorns. Lol. Off the ground. There were millions of them. Little ickle ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole and I bladed. Haven't done it in a long long time. Still remember Ruffles Cheddar &amp; sour cream. (: I missed doing that. Plus, we agreed to go ICE SKATING. ^^ I missed ice skating like !()@*!@_^!*(!)((!~*&amp;#@!)^* &lt;- that much. Lots of things going on that i didn't know about. I'm hoping everyone will take the situation light-heartedly. Oh well. I can't do anything to help. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the dare game with the Hard Gay toy. Whoever manages to make the Hard Gay figurine, had to do a dare. Our dares were prank calls. Jon lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had to prank a guy, with an indian accent. He had to pretend the person was Muthu, and Muthu owed him money. Lol, Jon's accent is damn good and he's damn funny. Everyone had to stay like 1m away from the phone so the person couldn't hear us laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when Jon up, the guy kept calling back. He was using Abby's phone btw. He called like instantaneously, very hardcore. Everytime we pick up the phone, put it on loudspeaker, mute it so he can't hear us, all he says is " Eh, hum ji." Lol, damn funny. He's like a recording. Only know how to say the word "hum ji". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Jon got fed up, answered and f-ed him upside down. Then he kept talking. So Jon went, "Eh, shut up lar boy. The more you talk, the more stupid you sound you know? Just shut up lar okay? " He threatened to call the police. Damn funny. Then Winston took over the next call. We played "Oh Mickey" on the ipod speakers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winston's conversation with the hum ji guy, it wasn't on loudspeaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello? I'm the dentist from parkmall. Oh, I'm Dr. Toh. Dr. Toh Toh Toh. (LOL) Why you so rude one? Singapore's english standard is already so bad, and you're degrading it further. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the hum ji guy asked, " You're malaysian right?" LOL. wtf? How did he arrive to that conclusion. Then, he said "lan jiao" or smth. Winston's retort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winston : Lan jiao is penis la. I'm from PENANG, not penis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone burst out laughing like SIAO. That was the best man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the guy said sorry. Lol, loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punk'd gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Nick, sorry I couldn't make it to the hotel party. Have fun raping each other, gay party. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;P.SS. Weiru, sorry I couldn't go to Marina for dinner. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;P.SSS. Nicole, I'm here if you need to talk.&lt;br /&gt;P.SSSS. Jasmine, you have my shoulder girl. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Richny&lt;/b&gt;: lol, sorry, didn't know. Anyway, it's mine now &gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shaun&lt;/b&gt;: Haha, yea. Both our sheeps are the cutest in the world. No more Meh Maeh chops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nicole&lt;/b&gt;: HELLO. I think we're the most embarrassing people. =x Synchronising clothes and blading movements. Choo Choo Train all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Imee&lt;/b&gt;: Hello dear (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kay;mushi&lt;/b&gt;: Thank you! x) Good luck with *aherm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rachelbok&lt;/b&gt;: Yo. Haha, linked. Still got the glass piece?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-115598148675037129?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115598148675037129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=115598148675037129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115598148675037129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115598148675037129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115598148675037129' title='Common tests are over!'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-115545441978139485</id><published>2006-08-13T15:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T15:53:39.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mugging</title><content type='html'>I'm guessing everyone's really busy trying to cram half a year's worth of notes of all the subs into this weekend to prepare for the upcoming common tests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I say? SCREW IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you bother to study? It's a common test, not Os or any deciding exam or anything. You just lose more brain cells if you study. Don't study until your brain fuzzes and your IQ drops. Just relax, and chill! Play some games, live your life! =x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's my theory, don't have to listen to me (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new nickname, Slacker Queen. I am honoured. :D I will try to live up to my title. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poll is still on! Pls be reminded that you may only vote once as this blog poll disables anyone who tries to vote a second time with the same IP. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/socialsuicide-/Shaunssheepie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh Meh no. 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/socialsuicide-/DonnysSheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh Meh no. 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Shaun, I changed the picture alr okay? x) Mine's still winning though. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Replies to tags&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weiru&lt;/b&gt; : Thanks, dearie. I'll be here for you too yea? Lovelove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lin Yi&lt;/b&gt; : Haha, yay! Thanks for voting.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;woOtnick&lt;/b&gt; : Lol, i highly doubt he'll like to see it. It's more for myself than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonathan&lt;/b&gt; : I wna catch Helen &amp; have Carl's Jr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Black&lt;/b&gt; : Haha..thanks kori. Yeah, I sort of just wish he'd understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Andy&lt;/b&gt; : Thank you, your advice means a lot. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shearen&lt;/b&gt; : I know I can always count on you and F.O.F! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amirul&lt;/b&gt; : LINKED! hottest guy in the world ^^ besides, hubert. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jo&lt;/b&gt; : LINKED! Let's go out some time. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-115545441978139485?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115545441978139485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=115545441978139485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115545441978139485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115545441978139485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115545441978139485' title='Mugging'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-115529949132101561</id><published>2006-08-11T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T22:06:11.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheeps!</title><content type='html'>This is a poll between Shaun and I to see whose sheep is cuter! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the contestants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/socialsuicide-/Shaunssheepie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Meh Meh no. 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/socialsuicide-/DonnysSheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Meh Meh no. 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls Vote!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-115529949132101561?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115529949132101561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=115529949132101561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115529949132101561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115529949132101561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115529949132101561' title='Sheeps!'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-115528766523743364</id><published>2006-08-11T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T12:00:27.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revamped</title><content type='html'>So, after a month of temporary closure, my blog is back! This new blogskin is temporary though. I just had a sudden fetish for this design. Oooh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ADDRESS GOT TAKEN BY SOME STUPID CAR COMPANY. wtf? What has http://socialsuicide-.blogspot.com have to do with CARS. Damn you, car company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been a while. Things have happened. Now I know where I stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Shearen, Sky, Nicholas, Cliffton, Weiru and David for being there for me when I needed talking to. You guys rock. (: I don't have to mention why their names are here, they know why they're here. It's these times where you guys were there for me, that makes me realise I have people who care for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I was thinking, I think it was just plain stupidity on my part? I've never done that sort of thing ever, no matter how long I kept it in. I've never told anyone so directly. How could I have been so idiotic, ah? &gt;.&lt; I just want to know that I didn't affect anything though. Amazingly, I'm cool with the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, this is kinda personal. Read on if you want, though. &lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dad :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you'll ever come across this when you're using the computer for your work and stuff. So I'll just risk it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, I can't be who you want me to be. I can only be me, and to a certain extent, appeal to your preference of the ideal daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're my father, but sometimes, you make it so hard for me to live under your rule. You want the family to be very close, but it's quite impossible when you're gone every other day for work, or you go out drinking at night when you expect us to be home to spend time with the family after school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say that you're unreasonable, but I guess you don't understand the current generation and our way of life. You're very strict with me, yes. You say I'm arrogant, I'm rude, I have no discipline. Sure, you could say all of that just by judging me alone. "Don't compare yourselves with others", you tell me. But, how is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to school everyday, I interact with people of different family backgrounds. There's no way that I'll never make a comparison with them. I've come to realise, I have no freedom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are goddamn prejudiced. You say I go out every Friday, but do I? Ask my friends. Out of all of them, I think I'm the most obedient kid. You harp on the same old events and think I do it everytime, thus thinking I "go out a lot", when it was actually only those few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make it sound like I'm the cause/bane of all our problems. One stupid thing like arguing back, and you think I'm gna stage a rebellion. You always think you're right. I have absolutely no say in the argument, and you just go on, sometimes with only about half the truth. The rest, I guess, was your own assumption, which is really not fair at all. Why can't I have a say if I feel my stand is not totally justified? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always talk about knowing the importance of whose "on top of the food chain", who you need to please, who feeds you. Yes, I understand fully. But sometimes, isn't it very tiring to always use your authority to win me, even though it's always within your grasp. Can't you compromise the times, when you say instead, " I'm your father, you can't talk to me like that." I want you to understand.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope you'll get to understand what it is like to be in my shoes. To understand, not just to preach about what's right and what's wrong. Like you said, the difference between right and wrong is a very thin margin. Your right and wrong may not be what's right and wrong now. Even though I've done wrong, sometimes, talk to me, let me have a chance to explain. Everyone is unreasonable sometimes, I know I've been numerous times. Understand my plight, then judge me. Maybe then, I'll get a little more freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelove&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-115528766523743364?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115528766523743364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=115528766523743364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115528766523743364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115528766523743364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115528766523743364' title='Revamped'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-115332030009079123</id><published>2006-07-19T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T22:45:00.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mildred Bitch.</title><content type='html'>Today, Mildred crossed the territory of privacy. Karma comes around, may god bless her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i failed all the tests this week. I have no mood to do anything anymore. I used to have a little, even the least bit of enthusiasm, in my studies. Howeverrrrr, I no longer care. Three cheers for school, not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to talk about this group of guys I got to know last week. So, here. Hello, lin yi, andy, kai lun, ziwen. (: That's all. Lol. Toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-115332030009079123?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115332030009079123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=115332030009079123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115332030009079123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115332030009079123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115332030009079123' title='Mildred Bitch.'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-115313887280285708</id><published>2006-07-17T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:21:12.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicholas, Sky, Darence.</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to Nicholas,Darence and Sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a very fun day. I woke up at 3pm. I went to Hwee Kiat's house at 4.30pm. Only the guys were there, and I became one of the guys, cuz they say i don't act like girl -.- There was a mix-up with the management at Hwee Kiat's place, thus resulting in our barbeque pit being booked over by some stupid family. We shifted the barbeque to Kenneth's house and Imee and Kenneth bought portable pits. The guys were crazy i guess haha. There was a pool.*warning*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed back home to go to Cass' sweet 16th suprise party! I was late for the suprise. Stupid taxi surcharge, from Kenneth's house to my house 10 bucks okay!? wtf fucking rip off lor. I got bored at Cass' party cuz I only know the neighbour guys, then all we did was play soccer. So, I got my bro to drive me back to Kenneth's house lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone there was screaming and in the pool, except Imee, Nicole &amp; Boon. lol. My brother wanted to see my friends and the guys were all like in their boardshorts. I was like " RUN! my brother's coming!" They all zhao behind the block, lol, damn funny. Nicole and Imee got carried into the pool. And, everyone took turns getting thrown in and chasing each other around. Pretending to be heroes from dota and then Kenneth &amp; Hwee Kiat are the Roshans. ^^ All in all, damn fun. Except, the girls and Boon didn't go to Orchard Hotel with the guys cuz mommies don't allow. I heard the guys did some gay shit. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after school was fun. We went to eat Sakae, it burned a hole in my pocket but it was worth it. Went with Abby, Shearen, David, Weiru, Nicholas, Jodin and my bro. Jodin tells stupid jokes -.- I learnt that I could snort. Abby felt like puking. We ate like 80+ plates. Weiru likes to hit Nicholas, a lot. Nicholas' shoulder is sprained from all the whacking. David is a retard. Shearen likes gyozas lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-115313887280285708?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115313887280285708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=115313887280285708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115313887280285708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115313887280285708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115313887280285708' title='Nicholas, Sky, Darence.'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-115228283699840462</id><published>2006-07-07T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T22:33:57.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OPC</title><content type='html'>Shit, it's been approx. a month since we were just getting on the plane to Auckland. &lt;br /&gt;I miss it like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I didn't expect I'd be so attached to a place that I've been to for merely more than a week. Yet, there's like an unspoken longing, okay maybe not unspoken, but there's a longing to be back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daan. &lt;br /&gt;Robyn.&lt;br /&gt;The leadership centre.&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere. &lt;br /&gt;The toilets.&lt;br /&gt;The dog biscuits&lt;br /&gt;The meals together.&lt;br /&gt;The mountain climbing.&lt;br /&gt;The abseiling.&lt;br /&gt;The flying fox.&lt;br /&gt;The damned Mother of Jimmy Creek.&lt;br /&gt;The caving.&lt;br /&gt;The overnight expedition.&lt;br /&gt;The collecting of firewood.&lt;br /&gt;The campfire.&lt;br /&gt;The dogfood.&lt;br /&gt;The pee turning to mist. &lt;br /&gt;The tents. &lt;br /&gt;The glow worms.&lt;br /&gt;The sheeps(inclusive of Wf and Jo).&lt;br /&gt;The cows.&lt;br /&gt;The meh mehs(stuffed ones).&lt;br /&gt;The retard-ism that makes everyone smile.&lt;br /&gt;The jokes on Mr. Singh. &lt;br /&gt;The winter feel. &lt;br /&gt;The Nagazaki Bombing.&lt;br /&gt;The pool table. &lt;br /&gt;The coke.&lt;br /&gt;The songs that helped Daan find his way back to us.&lt;br /&gt;The George.&lt;br /&gt;The Z-sac. &lt;br /&gt;The swamp and two hours on wooden planks.&lt;br /&gt;The cold water.&lt;br /&gt;The duties.&lt;br /&gt;The rush for toilets.&lt;br /&gt;The muddy floors.&lt;br /&gt;The hideous drying room.&lt;br /&gt;The cheers.&lt;br /&gt;The marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;The awesome stars.&lt;br /&gt;The frosty balcony.&lt;br /&gt;The fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;The love, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left a lot of reasons why I missed OPC, but these are some of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPC, Tongariro. We will be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-115228283699840462?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115228283699840462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=115228283699840462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115228283699840462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115228283699840462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115228283699840462' title='OPC'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-115219268143922632</id><published>2006-07-06T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T21:31:21.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup 2006</title><content type='html'>It's the finals of the 2006 FIFA World Cup this sunday, 10th July. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are YOU gonna choose? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bet is on France. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think they're the better of the two teams. They've been good throughout this cup. They're on form. If they don't win, it'll be damn surprising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thanks to World Cup, I have eyebags or dark circles that can compete with Jo. I just hope it's not permanent, cuz it kinda sucks to look liked I got punched on both eyes.Ah well, the sacrifices. Ada Tan knew I watched, man. She said my eyebags gave it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Mariam when asked if she watched soccer. " I have better things to do than to watch MEN run after 1 ball." Urhh..comments, anyone?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks to Amirul for that sweeeeeeet postcard, &lt;3lotsalove! (: &lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. What about our role model man?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-115219268143922632?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115219268143922632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=115219268143922632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115219268143922632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115219268143922632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115219268143922632' title='World Cup 2006'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-115200118278999074</id><published>2006-07-04T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T16:19:42.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home early</title><content type='html'>*AHERM* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very important announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in 2006, I AM HOME AT 4.05pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO SUPPLEMENTARY, NO CCA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST TIME THIS YEAR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I get an award??? :D Actually, I'd have gone out today and then it wouldn't be counted but I felt nauseous and having a bad flu, so I decided to come home. Am I guai or am I guai? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, aren't you going to congratulate me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby called me at 3.50 smth, " Eh, where are you?" "Going home, why?" "Oh, cuz Jo and me going parkway, nvm" Before she hung up, she said to Jo, and I heard, " Can you believe it? She's going home. " :D I FEEL SO PROUD OF MYSELF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I feel like a failure. lol. Abby said that during her Hear My Say presentation, one of her classmates announced that she had a boyfriend, and it was a very unexpected person. So now, Abby and me feel like failures cuz we no boyfriend and that person has.T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, I still got you, my lesbian partner ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE TORTILLA BOY. find it on youtube.com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being very random, are you annoyed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go toilet, bye bye. ( &lt;- This is an example of what nightmarish letter writers end with. Poon will murder me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Do you like, cheese?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-115200118278999074?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115200118278999074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=115200118278999074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115200118278999074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115200118278999074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115200118278999074' title='home early'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-115189958049162084</id><published>2006-07-03T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T12:06:20.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tk Band</title><content type='html'>Firstly, congrats to the TK Band for attaining Best Display Band! The stadium was fun to be at, but we could do with less waiting. Really. Ltr had dinner at Carl's Jr, Suntec with Wanfong Abby, Jierong, Miko, Nick ng., Cherie, Ivor, Tai weng, Weirong &amp; Jolene. (: Is Miko a holy man now? Lol, cant imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS YOUTH DAY. WHERE WE CELEBRATE OURSELVES :D not sure if mom will let me out cuz I had indigestion last night and puked a lot :x ah well. toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-115189958049162084?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115189958049162084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=115189958049162084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115189958049162084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115189958049162084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115189958049162084' title='Tk Band'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-115132938923364832</id><published>2006-06-26T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:43:09.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalets.</title><content type='html'>:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post is a LITTLE bit overdue, but, I know you still love me(Excuse me, I'm high).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICOLE MARISSA NG'S BBQ/ CHALET AT EC. (: It was fun-tastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught in action : Nicole, Imee, Shearen, Wanfong, Weiru, Jasmine, David, Winston, Boon, Jonathan, Nicholas, Darence, Kenneth, Leon, Melson, Zackary, Justyn, Cori.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Nicholas, Boon and Winston were building their version of the Great Wall of East Coast when I reached the pit. Go figure. This " great wall" later became a miniature fortress aka Helm's Deep dubbed by Jonathan the jolly jolly banglah from North India. He can do a kickass indian slang. The fort has satay sticks poking out of the ridge-like walls and burning charcoal on another side. Also, there was a toilet-like hole in the wall that allowed sea water to enter the fort. Boon built it, so typical right? It was later turned into a gate when satay sticks were poked into the gate to create like bars or smth. Ah well, Wanfong's obsessed with the wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barbeque was fun. 'Nuff said. Lol. Lazy to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered the chalet at like 8+. Genius, yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning and Caution : Please be warned that if you go to the East Coast Resort Chalets, they might include extra services. Meaning, a lot of hassle, air-cons not working and stuff. Plus, extra bitchiness included with every stay package, meaning the receptionist. Really sweet lady, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advantages : Booze is sold to anyone who looks mature enough and no carding. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chalet was cozy. There was a cake fight, that included about half the birthday cake. BOOM. Cake on hair, clothes, face, legs. Ex-cellent. We played mahjong and cards. Haha. I had to go back at 2. Nicole, Imee, Nicholas, Zack, Kenneth and Justyn stayed at the chalet. I heard they played a brain-teasing finger game and got high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were invited to Jev's sister's birthday chalet. :D lol. It was Jev,Junliang, Amirul, Cherie, Nicholas, Wanfong , Jia Hsien and me. Had a great time at Escape. It's not the rides, it's the company. (: We had dinner at the chalet prepared by Jev's mom. THANKS JEV, if you see this. x) Wanfong is obsessed with Sydney, but Sydney's mommy won't let her come and play. Aww. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this day is so short compared to Nicole's, lazy to type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to copy homework now, cuz I detest standing outside class because I become high. Yea. Toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-115132938923364832?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115132938923364832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=115132938923364832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115132938923364832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115132938923364832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115132938923364832' title='Chalets.'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-115069829510870541</id><published>2006-06-19T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T14:24:55.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuz I'm Emo.</title><content type='html'>So, my blog's sort of dead right now. I didn't write about what happened in NZ cuz I AM WAITING FOR LENNY KOH TO SEND ME THE PICTURES HE TRANSFERRED FROM JACOB AND HE IS TAKING EONS TO DO THAT. Ah well, I wonder if anyone reads my blog anyway. I feel so emo that I shall not blog, much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)My face is red like I'm drunk and my muscles are sore.&lt;br /&gt;2)I have a new friend, it's called Meh Meh. It is a fluffy stuffed toy sheep I endear.(:&lt;br /&gt;3)Friendship is so temperamental.&lt;br /&gt;4)I miss 2.11.05&lt;br /&gt;5)Lack of freedom is fine by me, weirdly enough. &lt;br /&gt;6)I got my 1 star for kayaking(:&lt;br /&gt;7)You can't trust anyone. &lt;br /&gt;8)I shall try to keep to myself, even if it makes me anti-social, cuz it's not worth the disappointment. &lt;br /&gt;9)It's gonna rain(:&lt;br /&gt;10)I like dotA.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-115069829510870541?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115069829510870541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=115069829510870541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115069829510870541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115069829510870541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115069829510870541' title='Cuz I&apos;m Emo.'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-115001850294050573</id><published>2006-06-11T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T17:35:02.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALALA</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6719/1957/640/NZ%20070.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6719/1957/320/NZ%20070.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-115001850294050573?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115001850294050573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=115001850294050573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115001850294050573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/115001850294050573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115001850294050573' title='LALALA'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114983755989766519</id><published>2006-06-09T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T15:19:19.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUBERT :D</title><content type='html'>This entry was posted purely on the mindset of trying to pacify Amirul.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD. I MISS HUBERT. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114983755989766519?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114983755989766519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114983755989766519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114983755989766519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114983755989766519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114983755989766519' title='HUBERT :D'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114888429621218911</id><published>2006-05-29T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T14:31:36.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a jet plane.</title><content type='html'>"...'cuz I'm leaving, on an &lt;s&gt;jet plane&lt;/s&gt;aeroplane, &lt;s&gt;don't know when I'll be back again&lt;/s&gt;just know that I'll be back again." lol, well YOU GET THE POINT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2.25 now. In 5hrs55mins, 20 of us will be on a plane to Auckland. I think I'm homesick already. :S I'll miss my mommy and my daddy and my brother, except my bro will love that I'm gone so he can hog my com. Very comforting. Wonder if we'll be able to cope with the place. Ah well, take care of yourselves! Don't get fat, get drugged, get high or go blind from the computer and tv. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114888429621218911?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114888429621218911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114888429621218911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114888429621218911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114888429621218911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114888429621218911' title='Leaving on a jet plane.'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114871771259596676</id><published>2006-05-27T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T16:16:23.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marina Bay</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Imee's bdae @ Marina Bay.It was Imee, Nicole, Boon, Shearen, David, Abby, Jo, Nicholas, Jasmine, Rachel &amp; me (: Jasmine and I were late, sort of. It was cuz Nicole told us that the dinner started at 7 but people were there at like 6.30. Jas and I got Imee a big Hammy stuffed toy(from "Over The Hedge"). I was contemplating bringing Hammy without a paper bag so that Imee would have to carry it in her hand all the way home, but to do so, I had to carry it all the way to Marina on the bus and train by hand too, so I scratched that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were whacked, man. The guys were being cruel by torturing the live prawns. &gt;.&lt;" Apparently, there were 3 birthday celebrations going on. We were in between the two other tables celebrating. Each table tried to outdo the previous table by singing a louder Happy Birthday than the one before. I think the other people at the place without any birthday ppl felt abit annoyed. x) We were kinda rowdy. Rachel had a very sexy voice due to her sore throat and I got turned on. ._." She suaned Nicholas when he helped us pour more soup, and called him "Tea Tarik Boy". xD Jo has a bad habit, although without kind intentions in the very least. She peels the prawn shells, takes a bite that leaves half a prawn. THEN, she offers it to people. How nice is that? (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started getting idiotic and shot ice at Boon with my straw. He recipocrated and shot me back a few times. There was a lot of playing with the ice. Jo stuffed an ice cube down Imee's jeans. Imee, attempting to return it, made it look very obscene when Jo's berms got pulled and it looked gross. =x I put ice cubes down the shirts Boon, Imee, Rachel, Jasmine, Weiru. ^^ I am so mature, I know. I also went over with Weiru to another table, where some of our juniors were there. Lin Yee and Co. I wanted to steal their food, but they hadn't finished cooking. So disappointed. I don't know when it happened, but we lost Abby and Nicole. They disappeared for quite some time. Heh. We found out why a lil later. We started playing games like throwing prawn heads from one end of the table, to the soup bowl on the opposite end. David started it. Abby and Nicole, pure genius, bought a cake and lit the candles too far away from our table, and they had to like carry it all the way, with Abby in the front shielding the candles so they wouldn't go out. They were really sweet though, they went all the way to Suntec to get the cake. Aw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full and fat, everyone sent Nicholas home cuz his parents were pissed. Cheer up, Nick! It'll be better. Abby and Nicole suggested going home first before sneaking out ._." Jasmine almost lost her wallet twice, once at the steamboat place, where she thought she left it in the bowling alley toilet, but found it on the other end of the table, god knows how it got there. The second time, she left it with Weiru and forgot to take it back when Weiru boarded the MRT. Smart, girl. Really smart. In the end, we didn't have an outing cuz everyone was kinda tired and I knew I couldn't get out by hook or by crook. My dad and my bro weren't even home at 3. I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shearen's leaving for Indo as I type. I feel bad for not being able to send her off. My parents are so bitchy. They think I, Donna Goh Su Yin, go out too much. If I had to compare my outings to people like Nicole and Abby, I'll probably be like the good kid. But noooooo, Donna goes out too much and spends too much money. Bullshit. Anyways, I'm gna miss Shearen ): Take care, girl(If you're reading this). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very 56kb but I just have to exclaim, " SCHOOL IS FUCKING OVER FOR ONE WHOLE MONTH." :D I shall go and jump around for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114871771259596676?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114871771259596676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114871771259596676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114871771259596676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114871771259596676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114871771259596676' title='Marina Bay'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114862953459504496</id><published>2006-05-26T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T15:46:33.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NZ</title><content type='html'>First off, Happy Birthday to dear Imee, who turns a sweet 16 today! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Meet the &lt;s&gt;Doom&lt;/s&gt; Parent's day and collection of my report book. You know how most children have basically only one fierce household figure in the family? Well, I have great news. I hit jackpot at birth &amp; I got TWO, a.k.a. my Father of Doom(FoD) and my Mother of Doom(MoD). You can imagine how I felt. Thankfully, they were in somewhat of a good mood. It's one of those rare moments of hope. I was scared shitless. I told my parents I only failed A maths, cuz that's according to my SA paper. However, I failed my E maths overall as well. I swear I have no afilliation with Maths. Logic cannot get into my skull. I just don't see how calculating numbers and foreign characters can be logical. They don't solve world crisis. At least, not in it's general form. I got to speak to Ada Tan, who keeps telling me to "practise" my maths to "improve". Bullshit. If I can't do it, screw it. I'm not meant to do maths, period. She asked me to bring my A maths workbook to the NZ trip. Like, how am I supposed to practise? Like when we're climbing mountains? Crappppp. All crap. I got really good remarks in my report book, made by Vincent Tan. I AM A TEACHER'S PET, according to my mom... That statement was so outrageous I almost barfed on her. Although, it was a little true =x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad rocks, cuz ALTHOUGH he lectured me a bit in front of my teacher, he spent most of the session talking to Ada Tan about " letting our children enjoy their lives" and " don't care if they do well or not as long as they're well-behaved" etc etc and some other lame shit that I couldn't be bothered listening to and instead, I stared at the wall. I think my dad lectured Ada more than me. Like, the meeting was supposed to be for teachers to comment on the students so that parents can decipher our behavior in school, but my dad did just the opposite and gave his own, very uncut and round-the-merry-go-round version of advise/comments, exclusively from the &lt;br /&gt;book of Gary Goh, where most of the materials were written especially for the ears of my brother and me when we get scoldings that last 2hrs no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of NZ, 20 of us will be there in 3 days' time! (: Joy. No communication with the outside world etc. No CIVILISATION, we'll turn into cannibals! Ah, I was hopeful but I doubt it'll happen. Can't wait.It's birthday dinner at Marina Bay tonight!( Don't be shocked by the present Jas and I bought, Imee.) I shall go dota now. Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My parents aren't talking to me. That's a good thing, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114862953459504496?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114862953459504496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114862953459504496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114862953459504496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114862953459504496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114862953459504496' title='NZ'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114821934632576155</id><published>2006-05-21T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T21:49:06.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO WORLD.</title><content type='html'>My blog is dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you still here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe it's not dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am high-strung. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been warned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO WORLD. Are you angry at me? I hope you are. I hope you'll do something about it and get someone on this bloody fucking stupid planet to assasinate me. Then, there'll be world peace. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care if anyone thinks I like to attract attention by doing "stupid things to myself for no apparent reason" cuz that's your own fucking point of view. You can't judge me from your own perspective, cuz that's just damn biased. Who are you to say what's stupid and what's not, and what I do is what I choose to, not for you to judge it with. I do what I wanna do, don't fucking judge me. Pls. That's all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Jo and Shearen at Changi Beach Club yesterday. It was so coincedental. If I hadn't gone to the toilet, I wouldn't have seen stephanie, and she wouln't have told me that the person with the guy voice in the toilet was Jo, and I wouldn't have seen Shearen's shocked expression when she walked into the toilet. Heh. Cute. They were having bible camp and I was playing pool with the guys. Mmhhmm.. we went back to Changi Sailing Club and the bar tender, this really nice old uncle, allowed us to get drinks &gt;:] Vodka Lime, Tequilla and Screwdriver. Wooo. Oh yea, I owned their asses at pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114821934632576155?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114821934632576155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114821934632576155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114821934632576155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114821934632576155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114821934632576155' title='HELLO WORLD.'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114793030972161289</id><published>2006-05-18T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T13:32:21.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed off bitch.</title><content type='html'>I just wna say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a big &lt;font size="2" color="black"&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/font&gt; to the world and everyone in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Including you, you, you, you, you and you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114793030972161289?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114793030972161289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114793030972161289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114793030972161289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114793030972161289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114793030972161289' title='Pissed off bitch.'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114769816606350088</id><published>2006-05-15T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T21:02:46.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No mood ):</title><content type='html'>"Mommy, pretty please can I stay at home? I don't wna go to school tomorrow, I'm a study reject..."  ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure now, from the results of some of the tests I've gotten back, that I've not done well this term, or any other term for that matter. I told myself I would improve, but I gave in to temptations(eg. MTV, TV, MY NEW COMPUTER :D). My would-be study schedules, that were planned right down into details like toilet breaks, ._." ,were cut short about 5mins into the first chapter of the subject for the day by random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evil random thoughts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya..study so early for what?&lt;br /&gt;I end up playing games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry, I shall find food.&lt;br /&gt;I end up watching tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if *dotdot* is online.&lt;br /&gt;I end up playing games and reading blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, shit! What chapter to study? &lt;br /&gt;I end up gossiping with people. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a lil break.&lt;br /&gt;I end up sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need notes from asknlearn.com&lt;br /&gt;I end up chatting on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need music. Turns to MTV&lt;br /&gt;I end up watching and doing meaningless stuff like rating the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do after exams?&lt;br /&gt;Draws up plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies, so many good ones now!&lt;br /&gt;Plans each movie with a person to watch with.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chocolate,ahh!&lt;br /&gt;Well you can guess what happened to my first chocolate easter bunny(I'm on the second one). :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, my study plans never work out. WHY? I have no self-motivation. I'll probably kiss my desk goodbye, maybe I'll change school. La Dee Dum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another RANDOM note, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, although the question kinda makes me sound dense, what does it mean when a cow belges? Is it the same definition as a burp? If so, why is it that a cow's "burp" is defined as a belge? If not, WTF is it then that a cow does that it is labelled a "belge" ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114769816606350088?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114769816606350088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114769816606350088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114769816606350088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114769816606350088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114769816606350088' title='No mood ):'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114751802700383645</id><published>2006-05-13T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T19:00:27.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are over!</title><content type='html'>HELL'S PASSED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hell will break lose. People will start to skip lessons, or cry, depending on their results( I'll probably be one of those crying one, except I won't cry. I'll cuss and swear (:). People will start to skip school(aherm). People will start to fool around. (: I love those days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I know I'm re-enacting my rejoice a little late even though exams ended on wednesday, but I've been busy celebrating. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good ol barbeque yet again (: The usual suspects were there, including Justyn Kang, Weiru and lame Samuel( Jo's bf). As always, the gang will buy everything disposable, even if they're not disposable, we still chuck em anyway. Talk about saving the earth. boo. And thankfully, nobody stepped on a stupid stonefish. Nicole and I amused ourselves by building a sandcastle city and our very own miniature version of Mount Everest(Sir Edmund Hillary would have been proud xD Google it if you have no clue who I'm talking aboout). We agree that if anyone asked, I'm 9, she's 7 and Nicky's 8. Haha. We had some spectators, who were bewildered and stood to walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STAY AT HOME. GOOD OL' REST. :D I pigged at the computer too. My chocolate easter bunny is now decapitated, no longer deaf(only). I know I'm evil. &gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Jasmine. In fact, I learnt a very important lesson on this day. NEVER GO OUT TO ORCHARD ON A DAMNED PUBLIC HOLIDAY. EVERYWHERE IS FREAKING PACKED AND YOU HAVE TO STOP EVERY FEW STEPS. sian-ded. Although crowded Orchard = lots of hot guys :x I sound bimbo, fuck. Shall stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast at Parkway's Mcd with Wanfong, Weirong, Jolene, Nicholas, Amirul, and Abby, who came at 8.45. We NZ leadership training meeting for students at 9, as well as a Parents' Meet at 11. Kelvin showed us a few of nice photos of Mt. Tongarira a.k.a. Mt. Doom in Lord of the Rings, our bunks, the activities, the scenery and this got everyone's zest pumped up. I think I'm really gna enjoy the trip. Although, there was this slight setback that we were divided into 2 groups that we couldn't pick for ourselves. ): Oh well, can't have the best of both worlds yea? Mmhhmm, after the meeting, Abby, Wanfong, Weirong , Jolene and I went to PS. Haha, wasn't as crowded as the day before, but still quite crowded. We bought thermal poly-carbonate bottles, cuz Kelvin said we had to have bottles that could withstand boiling water. Adah Adah Adah, we bought presents for our Moms. Aiyah. I lazy to type already.. THE END. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114751802700383645?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114751802700383645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114751802700383645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114751802700383645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114751802700383645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114751802700383645' title='Exams are over!'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114706762332319956</id><published>2006-05-08T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T13:55:57.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late for school, once again.</title><content type='html'>This is about the 9th time I've been late for school,including the times I ran away from the guardpost like today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OM is seriously blind. He was standing there, watching the sec2s, making sure that they were in their straight lines. I walk in from the front gate. The guardpost was empty, so I ran and joined the sec2 line, cringing at the thought of the oncoming outburst from dear OM. Amazingly, I found out that OM cannot multitask at all. He didn't realise I had joined the queue. Happily, I ran to class. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a strange encounter today, thus, the reason for my being late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this dude who came to the bus stop. He was wearing a cotton t and work pants, and he wore a white beaded rosary around his neck like a choker. Gay, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;He proceeded to take his coins out for bus fare, and me with my earplugs on, didn't realise he was talking to me until he stood right next to me. Freaky, I tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He exclaimed, " Those bus 16s are f***ing late." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went, being polite,"..urh I think you just missed one.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It's all those malaysian bastards(referring to the bus drivers, don't ask me why he called them that)." (bewildered look at him) He plays with the change on his hands. I try to inch away, and put my earplugs back on. HE TAKES A DAMN STEP CLOSER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Tanjong Katong right? I was from there too. Whose your principal now?"(Wtf?I don't care..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Urh, Priscillia Chan." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, she's from China?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Does your school have any corruption?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Urh, no?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How would you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WTF, THEN WHY DID YOU ASK ME?) By that time, I knew I was gna be late already, so I walked away from the bus stop to hail a cab, AND THE FREAKING WEIRDO FOLLOWS ME. omg. omg. omg. 1 min later, bus 16 comes, I ran up and went all the way to the back. He saw me and stood there for awhile, but then he plopped down on a seat at the front. F-ing scary dude. Not as in appearance, but in the way he approaches people. He reminds me of like someone who supports the SDA,and is not happy that PAP won, so he tries to be all political and crap. You don't talk to a school kid about racism and corruption, it's NOT NORMAL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for assembly already, and I knew the gate would be locked. Plus, I didnt have my tie, so I didnt wna be embarrassed standing at the front with the other late people without a tie. Instead, I sat at the curb along the street directly opp. the school(Kenneth's house) where the Church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114706762332319956?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114706762332319956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114706762332319956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114706762332319956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114706762332319956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114706762332319956' title='Late for school, once again.'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114692426203336077</id><published>2006-05-06T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T22:04:22.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of posts</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of posts, nothing much to talk about these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the tags, &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading my blog. I'm over it already, so don't worry about me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving along. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114692426203336077?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114692426203336077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114692426203336077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114692426203336077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114692426203336077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114692426203336077' title='Lack of posts'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114673859394786809</id><published>2006-05-04T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T18:29:53.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geog</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Statistics for Mid-Year Exams&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History - Failed(Screwed up source-based).&lt;br /&gt;English - Failed(Mental Block during Compo).&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry - No A1&lt;br /&gt;E Maths - Failed(F-ed up circles).&lt;br /&gt;Geography -Failed(Killer MCQs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I'm f-ing screwed up. I don't think I need to take my other tests. Goodbye New Zealand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114673859394786809?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114673859394786809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114673859394786809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114673859394786809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114673859394786809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114673859394786809' title='Geog'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114629729159008104</id><published>2006-04-29T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T15:56:47.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Absorbed Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I've been too self-absorbed.&lt;br /&gt;For this, I did not realised when a friend was in need.&lt;br /&gt;I became numb towards physical pain, and in the process, I guess I couldn't feel your pain immediately.&lt;br /&gt;I have failed as the friend I claim to be.&lt;br /&gt;How could I not see it sooner?&lt;br /&gt;I want you to confide in me. &lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm here for, to listen. &lt;br /&gt;Like how you did too, when I needed concern,&lt;u&gt;then&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine how much pain you must have felt.&lt;br /&gt;And wonder if you were alone.&lt;br /&gt;I shudder to think of how you could have gone through it alone.&lt;br /&gt;I abhorr myself for being such a self-centered bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't conceal it.&lt;br /&gt;It will only make matters worse.&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it up to you when the exams are over, I promise. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you see this. &lt;br /&gt;And know that you can trust in me.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me, please.&lt;br /&gt;Don't hide the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I hope you'll see this and have a conversation with me like the old times. I&lt;3u. Swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114629729159008104?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114629729159008104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114629729159008104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114629729159008104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114629729159008104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114629729159008104' title='Self Absorbed Thoughts'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114588537117363871</id><published>2006-04-24T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T20:02:31.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw It.</title><content type='html'>Sore throat, flu and a headache. Perfect combination for a pre-exam week. All I need now is for something disastrous to happen to ME and I'm set for dying. It's not that I'll die from the shock, nor that I cant withstand it, but I won't be bothered by it, and I'll probably just curl up and die in some alley way or smth. Bliss. Don't ask me what this has to do with me being sick, it's just my brains telling my fingers what to type, so I'm just following instructions *shrugs*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmhhmm..today I got a msg from someone I didn't expect. It was a msg of concern, amazingly. Something I didn't expect from someone I thought, hated me. Yet, other people whom I expected to care about, didnt. Weird. mm..in a way it kinda shows who cares and who doesn't..food for thought (: til then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114588537117363871?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114588537117363871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114588537117363871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114588537117363871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114588537117363871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114588537117363871' title='Screw It.'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114563133328883895</id><published>2006-04-21T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T22:55:33.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder why.</title><content type='html'>It's the weekends, hallelujah. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the question on why I'm so depressed, I shall quote what Nicole said today, although it bears no significance, but it still speaks of the same theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : I feel stupid to be doing Combined Science.&lt;br /&gt;Nicole : Yea. I used to think that in Sec 1 too. It's not so bad lar, now that I'm doing it too. xD&lt;br /&gt;Nicole : " It's not that we're stupid, it's that we're not smart enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, it's not that i'm depressed, it's just that i'm not very happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Babbles, not in a very good standard today. I can't be bothered to correct myself.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was our 2.4km NAPFA run, go 3H. haha. Nicole and I ran one round, at the street soccer court, the toilet there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole : Oeii, cannot lar.&lt;br /&gt;We kept the same pace.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ah, screw it lar.&lt;br /&gt;*High five* *Stopped running*&lt;br /&gt;Nicole and I : Mr. Rizal, cannot larrr.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Rizal : *shake head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the rest of PE cheering people on. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114563133328883895?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114563133328883895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114563133328883895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114563133328883895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114563133328883895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114563133328883895' title='I wonder why.'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114527716401240289</id><published>2006-04-17T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T20:37:53.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love hurts.</title><content type='html'>What do you do when the one you love doesn't love you back anymore? What if a part of you hates him, yet you cannot bear the let the hate go, for you know when the hate goes, he goes with it too. Also, what if he doesn't realise how much he means to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'm such a sucker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun at Gary's house today. Lol, Darence, Hwee Kiat, Ming Yuen and Jasmine were there. SOMEONE took really long to order pizza cuz he was playing warcraft. So, Jasmine had to order with MTV blasting through the living room. Then, it started raining. &gt;.&lt; AND, some people wanted to watch Final Destination 2. I went into one of the rooms to hide. Lol. For my sake, they didnt watch :D We went to pick Nicole from school, cuz she just finished taking her ss test. We got soaking wet, and our shoes has that squishy water noise cuz we stepped in the puddles of the flooded pathways. Pizza arriveeeeed. Jasmine Teo Ai Ping conveniently DID NOT order enough food. She ordered a large hawaiian, 6 piece drumlets, garlic bread, and 2 pepsis for 7 freaking people. -_-" everyone ate one slice except for hwee kiat, lol. Then, they started playing O2 Jamz and watched Bring it On. (: Fun rainy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114527716401240289?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114527716401240289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114527716401240289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114527716401240289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114527716401240289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114527716401240289' title='Love hurts.'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114517981942465672</id><published>2006-04-16T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T17:30:19.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain&lt;3</title><content type='html'>It's 5.20 and raining. Gee, how I &lt;3 the rain (:  There's a certain sense of tranquility, melancholy and solace when it rains, which makes me feel better. It's like, the rain is my confidante. Also, misery loves company. I shall just sit here, stare out my window, enjoy the rain and the breeze,and watching the little drops of rain form a pattern on my once-clear window slate. Toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114517981942465672?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114517981942465672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114517981942465672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114517981942465672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114517981942465672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114517981942465672' title='Rain&lt;3'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114502898345463203</id><published>2006-04-14T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:36:23.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha.</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna forget the past and be myself again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become more vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;I've become more vindictive with my words.&lt;br /&gt;I've become really mean. &lt;br /&gt;I've become a bitchy person.&lt;br /&gt;I've become suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;I've become unhappy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why? &lt;br /&gt;I want to be the person I was before all these unhappy events took place and ruined me. If I could, I'd erase you too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten to mention. I'm going to NZ again this June. This time, it's for a leadership training course(don't you dare be thinking how I got chosen &gt;:]) at the Outdoor Pursuit Centre, Auckland. I'll be going with these CCA Leader mates of mine. To say, Abby, Wanfong, Weirong, Jolene, Nicholas, Amirul, Jierong, Thong Kiat, Jun Liang. I'm counting on it that it'll be a blast, considering we've received our itinerary and it kicks ass! Can hardly wait. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114502898345463203?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114502898345463203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114502898345463203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114502898345463203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114502898345463203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114502898345463203' title='Haha.'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114493224136205277</id><published>2006-04-13T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T20:44:03.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck you, Kester Sim Wei Xiong.</title><content type='html'>Good luck to the both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took your answer of " both no and yes" as a yes. Don't be fickle. Anyways, yes I hate you. If you still think it's wrong of me to think that, well then, fuck you. I gave you a valid reason to which you gave me a very STUPID answer. Go be her guy, since it seems she needs you really badly from the way she mentions you on her blog everyday. I need not say more about how great a couple you both will be together, you both have SO MUCH in common(note the sarcasm). From the way I see it,I'm anticipating how long it'll take for you to hurt her. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Good job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114493224136205277?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114493224136205277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114493224136205277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114493224136205277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114493224136205277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114493224136205277' title='Fuck you, Kester Sim Wei Xiong.'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114476537995864191</id><published>2006-04-11T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:27:38.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuts</title><content type='html'>It's been a month and you're back to your old ways. The good news? You moved on. The bad news? It shows how much it really meant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for being so lethargic these few days but I just don't know how else to feel already. I'm tired, and if I could get myself brainwashed, I would. I didn't cut myself for him, I cut myself to vent out the pent-up frustration with myself for being so stupid to have ever believed in it. I am the world's biggest idiot. Maybe I'll get an award and become famous for all the wrong reasons. Oh, the JOY it brings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It's nice to see you treat her better than me, otherwise, I'd have known how she felt being treated the way you treated me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114476537995864191?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114476537995864191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114476537995864191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114476537995864191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114476537995864191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114476537995864191' title='Cuts'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114467111231202979</id><published>2006-04-10T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T20:11:52.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdo</title><content type='html'>Donna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is weird.&lt;br /&gt;she like company, &lt;br /&gt;and also thrives staying locked up in her room, &lt;br /&gt;with the stereo on full blast. &lt;br /&gt;she likes all things black.&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't wanna be labelled.&lt;br /&gt;she is angry at the world. &lt;br /&gt;she thinks cutting is cool.&lt;br /&gt;she hates herself for being hypocritical.&lt;br /&gt;she hates her brain.&lt;br /&gt;she hates you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning alert - Missed no. 16 this morning, so took 135 to school and dropped at Amber rd. Walked among the ickle TKP kids and wanted to kidnap a really cute small boy, but my conscience got the better of me, damn. Took my time to walk along Haig rd and took about 20 mins, cuz didn't wanna go for assembly. Saw Ming Jiang and 2 other friends across the road of the main gate. While they were signing in, I joined the sec 2s but got caught by Audrey Chen at the staircase. ): She said I still have the bad habit of coming to school late even though I live in the area. AND, she said she sees me hanging out too much with Jasmine. That I'm being influenced by her. Mmm.. even teachers are prejudiced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114467111231202979?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114467111231202979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114467111231202979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114467111231202979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114467111231202979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114467111231202979' title='Weirdo'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114457505899626157</id><published>2006-04-09T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T17:30:59.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>After so long, I finally got to meet up with Elise(: I so fucking miss the good ol' days, miss her like crazy. Wonder if she knows that? Oh well. Went with her to Marina Sq to watch Ice Age 2. It's a really cute and fun movie, not for serious people or people who like proper and just endings. I love the squirrel and Diego! Sid is plain stupid. Fire King, hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm such a sucker for sad songs. Sad songs can ruin my whole day, depress me, and make me just wanna slit my wrist. I am so tempted. For what reason, I have no idea. I'm just confused, irritated, tired, wanna bang a wall and drop dead. Everyday, I tell myself I have a good life(and I do), I should appreciate it. I don't have family problems, I don't have financial problems, I have money for food so I never go hungry. Why am I still so dissatisfied? Is there such a thing as a person suffering from depression without a cause? I shall go find out. Everyday is just the same old, same old. There's nothing new, there's nothing that makes me wanna be where I am. It's so cliche I could use, ' My life is an empty shell.' There's no extra twist, no zest, zilch. I could drop dead and no one would find out till they see my mangled, decomposed body or something(No, I'm not being sadistic). I don't have a purpose in life, I don't think about the future, I don't wanna go to school anymore. I think I live in a different world from my friends. Is this an after-effect? I can't think of the cause, all I know is I could bury myself six feet under right now and smile/laugh/cry. Fuck, my mind's messing with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114457505899626157?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114457505899626157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114457505899626157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114457505899626157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114457505899626157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114457505899626157' title='Life'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114442251171674956</id><published>2006-04-07T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T23:12:05.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullshit</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="3" COLOR="black"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROPAGANDA.       BULLSHIT.      HYPOCRITICAL. &lt;br /&gt;    BITCHING.BACKSTABBING.           LIES.     &lt;br /&gt;FAKE SMILES.             BADMOUTHING. DECEIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANT IT ALL TO FUCKING END.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed, I know. I'm ashamed of it. I'm ashamed of the things I've done and all the hurtful vulgarities I've spewed. I'm gonna be myself again, I promise. I needed a wake up call from a great friend, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114442251171674956?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114442251171674956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114442251171674956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114442251171674956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114442251171674956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114442251171674956' title='Bullshit'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114433006402329880</id><published>2006-04-06T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T21:38:31.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easily Contented?</title><content type='html'>Donny is a happy person today. After waiting so long for her parents to give her spending cash(cuz her parents are unwilling to give her money for she is evil when money reaches her palms), she got her low cut black converse shoes. Now she has a high cut converse and a low cut converse for variety and is very happy about it (: I wanted the leather converse shoes but I felt guilty conscious of the self-acclaimed animal lover title I beheld, so I got the eco-friendly material one, canvas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, my dad says I'm easily contented(note the sarcasm), just buy me stuff(I like and want) and I'll smile for you 7 days a week, 365 days a year. Means, you have to get me a present for every single day of the year till I grow old and my brain can no longer function to ask for anything more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have moved on. Took me long enough, really. Don't like YOU anymore, haha. Maybe this friendship thing might actually work, mm..time will always tell(how cliche, i know). Funny how it's better now. (: Thanks anyway. I shan't talk about the past few days' events cuz I will get pissed off. Although I have to say this. I love 3h, love everyone in it (: I self-proclaim that 3H rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S An empty street needs someone in it to make it a better picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114433006402329880?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114433006402329880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114433006402329880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114433006402329880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114433006402329880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114433006402329880' title='Easily Contented?'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114398082988954571</id><published>2006-04-02T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:31:48.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship and its trials</title><content type='html'>Time and time again, we write stuff on our blogs that hurt people, hurt their feelings. When we write it, in silence, we hope that it sends out a message to bring about a realisation to that person/those people that something is amiss about the particular subject we preached. Yet, nothing ever comes out of it. We bury the doubts, for fear of hurting her/him/them, even after we know that we've already said what we said, plainly in the form of an open journal. We just bury it for the sake of ending it. Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of the year made me feel a little lost, a little scared, a lot of anticipation. Why? A little lost because of the new class I was going to be in and if I'd get along well with them or bitchfight my way through 2 years. A little scared because I was afraid I'd lose my best friend and the friendship that lasted well throughout p6 and now and be left all the more alone. A lot of anticipation because I thought of the group that made me feel so welcomed during the holidays and how the barbeques bonded us as a group, and how much fun I would have in school during recesses and after school. Also, because I had the mind set that having the same recess as him would make my day all the brighter(how wrong I was). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I refused to believe it since day 1, I realised that I am totally hopeless and get scared when I'm alone,which means, I don't know what to do without friends. As days,weeks,months pass, certain friendships are broken while others grow stronger, and also, some are forsaken. I don't want this to happen to anyone, knowing how important friendship is, and also, I don't want this to happen to me. I know I've changed, in more ways than one. I've become bitchier, more hypocritical and vulgar than ever before, and I'm not proud of it. I hope I'll change for the better, and for those who know what I'm talking about, make it better too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;*Thanks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby - This is the 4th year that we've known each other. I thank the times we spent wasting away the days, just talking. Sitting in your room, laughing at stupid stuff. Talking back at teachers in class and laughing while our classmates thought us crazy. More so, the times you let me seek comfort in you when I was down, and also the times YOU sought comfort in me when you were down. It makes me feel appreciated. It broke my heart to hear you cry so hard that night, it brought back memories of the same incident that took place in Sec 1 behind the gallery at the hall, if you can recall. I'll always be here for you, promise. Thanks.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo - The neutral party of the group. Although you don't take sides whenever a problem arises, I know you care about us. You make us laugh, which is essential when there is tension in the group. I knew you the first time as a rebel prefect, which makes me laugh when I think about it now. You were the first friend I made friends with in TK besides the Ngee Ann Primary people. Thanks.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shearen - My dear mommy. The second person I made friends with in TK when Jo introduced you to Abby and I. I know you didn't trust me last year because of something that involved Rachel and Jo. You told me not to tell Rachel what you were upset over, yet I did. I don't blame you for the lack of trust in me, but I hope that you knew I was trying to help. Also, I know I've hurt you in a recent blog entry that you approached me about at Justyn's bbq. If I could, I'd take it back. We've grown distant. Let's talk (: Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imee - The crazy girl. The fun, crazy one with all the random songs. I got to know you as the one who is always with Nicole from 1H/2H. Although we're not close, I've had some fun times talking to you and going crazy, like at K box(Vindicated). Also, the one who is afraid of horror movies but always excited to watch. Haha. Maybe I don't have the right to say this, but although we're not very close, if you need anything, just ask. (: You're a good friend, Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole - You've made this year SO much easier to begin with from the start. I had someone I knew who was fun and bubbly and had the same concept towards studying. You were so warm and friendly, and we stood by each other until we got separated. The first few weeks of school were really fun, all thanks to you. I know that we think very much alike, and it gets scary sometimes. Because of this, I also know that there are times where you get pissed off by me because of the stuff that I do. I'm sorry for that. I hope that as the year goes by, we will become greater friends. Thanks. (:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine - I know we've been getting along pretty well. However, I do regret that there have been times where I've been very hypocritical towards you. I'm really sorry for that. Perhaps it's your attitude towards people that sometimes leaves me contemplating. Anyway, I do want you to know that I enjoy your company and how you treat me as a good friend. Thanks for the time where you lent me your shoulder to cry on and vice versa. If there is ever anything you need or you want to talk about, I'll be there for you. (: Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more people to thank, but these are all the ones my short-termed memory can remember right now. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*this is not written in any sequence of importance whatsoever.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114398082988954571?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114398082988954571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114398082988954571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114398082988954571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114398082988954571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114398082988954571' title='Friendship and its trials'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114381454536257011</id><published>2006-03-31T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T22:15:48.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning Classrooms</title><content type='html'>To summarise how detention went, let's just say it was short and sweet. Vincent Tan makes false statements, but I thank him for that. Instead of washing the toilets, he made us(Nicole,Jasmine,Me) clean up the classrooms of the block with classes E to J, lvl 1 to 4. Whiteboard and litter. Haha, we skipped a lot of classes, accordingly to his words, which were " those classes having remedial or have bags in the classroom, you don't have to clear that classroom then". So, those classrooms that had one or two bags, we took as "remedial" classrooms:D We finished cleaning all the classrooms in like 45mins? Classrooms were all freaking messy and litter-strewn. I wanna kill those Sec 1F kids in the classroom, can throw the dustbin at them. We did speed cleaning, woo. Bet the servants who clear up after us grin from ear to ear everytime a kid gets detention cuz we do their job for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I went to the doctor's today. AND, HAHA, F*CK YOU. I don't have to go back there anymore. Apparently, I'm completely cured. In case you're wondering why I'm so vindictive towards going to the doctor's, it is thanks to THEM, that I have Trypanophobia(needle phobia), and I dread the monthly visits where they stick needles in my brain like how you would to a voodoo doll. I never wanna go back there again. So, once again, haha to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a happy girl today(: No hatred against the world, not for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Mochi and Apple pies make my day. Exams are coming, positive thinking must persevere(" I will study. I will study. Ah, f*** it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114381454536257011?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114381454536257011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114381454536257011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114381454536257011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114381454536257011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114381454536257011' title='Cleaning Classrooms'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114371878003328766</id><published>2006-03-30T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T19:43:03.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Detention.</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Mr. Vincent Tan, a few hours of today had been RUINED. If not, it would have been such a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, checked my phone after shower, there was a msg from Jasmine. She asked whether we(Nicole and I) wanted to pon chinese reading period and we said okay. At first, we were supposed to meet at side gate, but I was late, so we met at Day&amp;Night instead. Had fun eating maggi and talking crap with the two of them(: The uncle there was like, " Aren't you all supposed to be going to school?" I was like,"Urm..yea, going." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole day was fine, UNTIL THE LAST TWO PERIODS OF E MATHS. &lt;br /&gt;Vincent: Those who were late for school today, stand up.&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine stands up, then Nicole, then me. Ooh, busted.&lt;br /&gt;Vincent: You'll plan one ah? Go stand outside.&lt;br /&gt;Jas,Ni,Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;(Awhile later..)&lt;br /&gt;Vincent: You 3, detention after school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;(WTH RIGHT?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class-&lt;br /&gt;Vincent: Donna, come here.&lt;br /&gt;Vincent: Where you all meet?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Vincent: You all plan one right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cher..actually is cuz Jasmine needed to talk to me..cuz she quarrelled with her sister..then she asked me to meet her..and Nicole, I think she overslept..&lt;br /&gt;Vincent: So coincedental meh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really meh..&lt;br /&gt;Vincent: Where did you both see Nicole?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Front gate lor..&lt;br /&gt;Vincent: So happens that you two meet her?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea..I dunnoe la..&lt;br /&gt;Vincent: Oh okay. Detention tomorrow anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Me: How long is detention gonna last? I got doctor appointment after that(not made up).&lt;br /&gt;Vincent: Won't be so long la. 5 toilets very fast one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WTH??? Late for one period only have to washing toilet! It is so freaking unfair la, just because he's in the disciplinary department.. And washing toilets are supposed to be equivalent to caning. To me, I'd rather get caned, but the thing is, it's not that serious to be on caning level right? It's just.. late for school. Zhafir and his gang strolled in at 8 a group and HE didn't get detention. Pfftt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after school went to Nicole's house (: We walked in the rain and got soaked and were super cold when we entered Katong SC. Then, took cab to her house lol. Mmm..they wanted to watch Saw II and guess who didn't want to watch? &gt;.&lt; Gory, morbid people. I said that I would watch if I had earplugs. Nicole said she didnt have any. So I went to ask her maid. Her maid was apparently on the phone when I entered the kitchen, but I saw her putting down the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her back was facing me, so I went,"Hello." No reply. "Hello." No reply again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the living room, could hear Nicole going, " She really went to ask ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I got snubbed by Nicole's maid. ): Nicole says that she think her maid is scared of me now, but I don't think so. I'm a nice person:D I went into Nicole's room and started buffing my nails(distraction), cuz they wanted to watch Saw II. Nicole dragged me out and said they weren't watching anymore. Heh. BUT THEY TRICKED ME. Nicole went WTH just watch la. Then, she paused, and went " Actually, I'm scared of the starting part leh. It's the scariest part." -.- Why do buy stuff to scare yourself!? I hate horror movies. &gt;=[ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, we watched Tomb Raider. BUT, they watched it cuz they thought I never watched it before. 10 minutes into the show, I was talking about stuff about the movie, and they went, " How come you know ah?" "Cuz I watched it before?" "WTH? we watching cuz we thought you never watch before!" -_-||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, funny shizz la. Nicole kept laughing when I made comments about music videos on MTV. " The things Donni says makes me wanna laugh.." Funny meh? ): Ah well, all in all it was a GOOD DAY. Thanks Mee, Ni.(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Ni,Jas, Detention tomorrow. FUN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114371878003328766?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114371878003328766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114371878003328766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114371878003328766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114371878003328766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114371878003328766' title='Detention.'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114355336633765473</id><published>2006-03-28T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:08:37.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weiird Realisation</title><content type='html'>Today was a weirddd day. Everything was so messed up. I found out something shocking. It's shocking in a way that,you would never imagine something like that happening, ever. It's too unexpected and highly uncharacteristic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for Physics supplementary today! I did not skip, why? I want a clean slate on my record. No more ponning for Donna. (: Believable?(Anything other than a yes and you're dead man)Also, I told the class that anyone who didn't go for Physics would get booked by me. Haha, I'm doing my job as vice-chairman okay. Don't go saying I'm a bad vice-chairman liao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, today Mr. Tan gave out the Meet the Parents slip. Guess who didn't need to see no fucking teachers? Muahahaha. I know I'm one of the many in my class who do not need to see a teacher, but I am really amazed that I didn't get booked for my F9 A maths. I think Ada Tan forgot about me, ah well, that's a good thing. Also, the place where I used to sit, in the corner, with Alexandria, Shafie and Justin, where the teachers always picked on us? All 3 of them have to see a teacher cuz they laugh too much in class, so I GUESS Mildred changing my place is a hm..SORT OF blessing in disguise? Except now I sit behind freaking Juk Fen who scares the shit out of me cuz he laughs at nothing for no reason in particular and the laughter lasts quite a bit. Mildred told him to take his medication today,lol.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I wanna watch Ice Age 2, get to go to NZ &amp; I&lt;3&lt;u&gt;Nicole&lt;/u&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114355336633765473?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114355336633765473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114355336633765473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114355336633765473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114355336633765473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114355336633765473' title='Weiird Realisation'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114328888640058218</id><published>2006-03-25T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T20:14:46.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V for Vendetta = 16</title><content type='html'>I wanna watch V for Vendetta! Anybody?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114328888640058218?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114328888640058218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114328888640058218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114328888640058218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114328888640058218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114328888640058218' title='V for Vendetta = 16'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114320772860003989</id><published>2006-03-24T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T22:27:24.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Telepathic</title><content type='html'>Lol, this is kinda a belated post but what the heck. I found out on Tuesday that Nicole and Donna have a LOT in common. We can read each other's mind. It was proven while we were going to Parkway to meet David and Shearen. Like, if we think of something, we'll turn to look at each other and it's like automatic that we know when to look at each other. Let's say a lady walks by, we'll probably look at her cuz of her dressing and next thing, we look at each other. We THINK alike so much, it's scary. Also, our nick names can CONNECT. wow. Donny + Nini = Don'Ni ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to watch movie! It's been a l-ong time since we went out, girls only. Abby,Imee,Jo,Nicole,Shearen. Like old times(: We watched Failure to Launch. Nice show, though somewhat predictable, but still, fun. The cinema was only 1/4 filled, so, the ticket lady(damn it, I don't know the official title) put everyone at the back of the it because it was small. AND, who just HAD to burst out laughing, causing a chain reaction, which led to our whole row, 6 of us laughing, but JO. I think the other people were annoyed that we were laughing over dumb shit that were not funny, at all. It's just JO. Failure to Launch is a nice show. Funny in bits too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/socialsuicide-/suntec002.jpg" align="centre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;3u all. Pls may we never grow distant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Shearen,if you're reading this, if there's anything you need to talk about, you know you can count on all of us to be here for you. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114320772860003989?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114320772860003989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114320772860003989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114320772860003989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114320772860003989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114320772860003989' title='Telepathic'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114302751934899110</id><published>2006-03-22T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T19:38:39.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patronising.</title><content type='html'>Oh, look! A new entry. Actually, I just wanted to post this entry to patronise you (: I have no mood to blog. School is frying my brain. Teachers are getting PMSes more of late. Mildred, Mariam. Who next? Fuck it. I hate school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114302751934899110?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114302751934899110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114302751934899110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114302751934899110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114302751934899110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114302751934899110' title='Patronising.'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114275906239314100</id><published>2006-03-19T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T17:04:22.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>This group is going to the dogs. And YOU, omg, I have nothing more to say to you. You and your PMSes. Your inferiority complex, everything. I can't stand talking to someone like that. Plus, I can't believe you actually thought that. Just because someone was nice to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114275906239314100?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114275906239314100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114275906239314100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114275906239314100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114275906239314100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114275906239314100' title='OMG'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114252401244166108</id><published>2006-03-16T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:46:52.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun day!</title><content type='html'>I went roller blading with Nicole today! Although, she made me wait for her for half an hour. Again. ): Lol, but it's okay, I still love her. (: Today wasn't as crowded as Sunday, no little kids screaming in your face. Urm yea, On sunday, some kid stopped in front of me where the path was jam-packed, looked at me coming towards him and screamed. Terrifying. Soooo anyway, it was kinda fun. Especially when some guys on bikes rode past making stupid urm, fire engine noises and Nicole gave them the " You're freaking weird" look. The guy said "bye bye". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who lost her phone again? *nods furiously* NICOLE MARISSA NG HUI TZE. The very smart girl said she lost her phone in the cab. AGAIN. Her new motorola black razr. Tried to call the cab company, engaged. I called for her, no phone recovered, so filed a report. Thankfully, someone from Macs found it and answered the phone when Nicole called it. mmhmm, lucky girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, I got my elec! :D I am a happy person now. I didn't buy the really ex 1k ones but just bought one to try out. It's black with a white scratch plate and I'm loving it!(: Woo. Plus, I got my second earholes. You know who you are, those that call me pure, cuz I never dyed my hair before, never rebonded my hair before, and have only one piercing on each ear. Well, I'm still pure, but i just felt like saying that. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of guitars, went to Justyn's house ytd for his brother's bbq/Justyn's belated birthday bbq. You should check out his guit. Nice, but 1k? Can't afford la dude. Ytd was fun, what with throwing Justyn into his swimming pool, burning prawn shells(don't ask), burning plates(don't ask either) and shooting innocent people frolicking around the pool with a plastic pellet filled M16. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe what Abby said that I said on her blog, I was delirious and misjudged. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114252401244166108?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114252401244166108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114252401244166108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114252401244166108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114252401244166108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114252401244166108' title='Fun day!'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114243390718999834</id><published>2006-03-15T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T23:43:13.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kester</title><content type='html'>You're a liar. You don't keep your word. You said that we could still be friends? What of it now. Gaming is your life, damn it. Why don't you marry it? Wish you luck on changing that fucked-up attitude. You love to flirt, you're great at that. But do you know what comes after that? Figure that out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114243390718999834?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114243390718999834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114243390718999834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114243390718999834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114243390718999834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114243390718999834' title='Kester'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114232809491538614</id><published>2006-03-14T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T18:17:57.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cohort Camp</title><content type='html'>It's the march hols and the camps are finally over. Sorry I haven't been updating my blog, but I've been too lazy. Cohort Camp was tedious, but nonetheless, quite fun although i missed leadership training camp more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;First Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off-schedule by an hour. My partner was Lenny, we got half the class of 2e, and our other two partners for the other half of the class were Leon and Jing Han. Everything was a mad rush. No offence, but 2e wasn't exactly the most enthu class. In the bus on the way there, they didn't want to do the cheers with us. I mean, it's a camp, come on, you've gotta let loose abit. Our schedule for the day was Cookout Session, Rafting, Team Building, Kayaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cookout&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, there were lots of bugs and mosquitoes. Everyone was fending for him or herself, but they did manage to start a fire with Lenny's help and everyone ate, except for all the leaders. WHY? Nobody cooked for us T_T We ended up with no lunch, albeit the two packets of rice WF brought down for us, thanks Fong. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rafting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafting was okay, the guys were quite enthu cuz they're the ones who knew how to do the knots and stuff. Okay, so maybe the girls didn't participate cuz they didn't know how to tie knots. Fair enough. Akmal and Jessica sat on the rafts and it sort of came apart immediately. :x as usual, none of the rafts were a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Team Building&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to do the team building games in the carpark cuz Mimi chased us away from the lawn. Ah well, we played the " Huh, What" game, told them the " Listen, how many people jumped off the building" joke, the" What time is it now" joke(Ismail's) and the " Bang Bang, who died" joke. We did team building games like " Turn over a new leaf", one where everyone had to try and turn the sheet over onto the otherside while standing on it. Quite alright, but needed more enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kayaking&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kayaking had to be about the most fun for the leaders. Cuz we didnt have to raft up, although we did and the damn instructor wouldn't let us leave. Tried to get the class to loosen up by splashing water on them, I think that helped a tiny bit? Lol, we kept following Lenny, Amirul and Nazrul(dunno how to spell, sorry), and Arnez splashed salt water into Jing Han's face. :x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leaders slept at like 3+ that night in the carpark, because there weren't enough tents and the sec2s were so noisy they were held back, and slept at 1. We then had briefing by the trainers and then showered before going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, Cheerios to the dudes who went for prayer and brought back two cans of Coke. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Second Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp Craft, Rock Climbing, Low Ropes, Urban Challenge, Campfire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Urban Challenge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked all round Tuas. zzz. Sorry to the guys whom I got into trouble. Made them race which got them scolded by the trainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Campfire&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campfire was really short. I think our class was really cute cuz we did the Hokey Pokey, lol. The trainers were very enthu and did their dance thingy. (: Campfire was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last Day&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Unpitching and prize giving. 2A won most enthu class, and 2F won most improved class. On the way back, i think people were glad that camp was over, but i bet they missed it being over. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaders went to Kallang Mcs to pig out. Ashraff and Chilli(trainers) joined us. Lol, everyone bought meals + dessert and upsized their meals. Chilli had to borrow 10cents from every one cuz he didn't have money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp was fun.I missed it, but i'm sort of glad it's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114232809491538614?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114232809491538614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114232809491538614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114232809491538614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114232809491538614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114232809491538614' title='Cohort Camp'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114172991134778510</id><published>2006-03-07T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T19:11:51.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponning School</title><content type='html'>Can't remember the number of times I've skipped school already, but who cares? Love the tranquility of home with no one to ask you to do chores or bathe or anything for that matter. Cohort camp's in two days, am I looking forward to it like I did two days back? I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get this sick strange feeling every time I look at them. Is it jealousy, or envy? I have no clue. All I want to know is how to put a stop to it. I can't go on like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114172991134778510?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114172991134778510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114172991134778510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114172991134778510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114172991134778510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114172991134778510' title='Ponning School'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114153625628728701</id><published>2006-03-05T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T16:04:44.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Hell</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I didn't exactly look forward to camp at Raffles Marina, but being there changed my perspective of it and now I can't wait for the Sec 2 cohort camp. The sec 2s have it real good. The ambience is 10 times better than what we had at our cohort camp in Sarimbun. There are no tents to build, no mud to sleep on, no insects to bother you except during cook-out and low ropes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp at Raffles Marina totally rocked. Especially our group, x3m, consisting of our trainer, Sir Ismail( he didn't like us calling him sir but what the heck (:), Abygail, Wanfong, Jolene, Vanessa, Qing Shan, Si Hsiang, Supanee, Sarah, Yew Chen, Nicholas, Leon, Guo Xi, Peng jin, Nandeesh, Terence, Shariff, Whye Kit, Timothy, Wei Jie and Poh Heng. x3m was like the most enthu team out of all three teams(Rojak and Tootoot. LOL, now that i think of it, the names are damn funny). Especially near the end of camp, during the team building games, we were really enthu, and we were like at war with Tootoot, and kept shouting out really retard stuff given by Ismail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ismail rocked as our trainer, I think he really brought our group together and made us laugh. He became really spastic at the low ropes, and acted like a spastic kid to see how we, who were gonna be leaders for cohort camp, deal with kids like him. Damn funny, his facial expressions. I think our team was the most united, no offence. No hatred amongst anyone, everyone did what we were told, and if a member of the group led the team in a cheer, we'd follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that pissed everyone off was the Wellington Primary School kids. We were all in the same place, the tennis courts. That was okay i guess, until they started making noise.. Man, those kids are crazy. In the first place, who the hell wakes up at 3am, much less PLAY POKEMON CARDS. They were also playing catching and UNO cards. I woke up like, almost every hour..Can kill them lor.. Other than that, the camp was pretty fun (: Can't wait for cohort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114153625628728701?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114153625628728701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114153625628728701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114153625628728701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114153625628728701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114153625628728701' title='Camp Hell'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114121046697132580</id><published>2006-03-01T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T18:54:26.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>Funny how coincedental the assembly period schedule can be to screen such a play. It amazes me. Sorry to friends around me who have been put out by my attitude. Don't worry about me, and thanks for talking to me, you know who you are. I'm grateful to have great friends. Lately, every little thing people do annoy me for some reason or another. Is it just me? Perhaps, but I'll get over it. Sooner or Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks for replying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114121046697132580?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114121046697132580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114121046697132580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114121046697132580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114121046697132580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114121046697132580' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114111476455295071</id><published>2006-02-28T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T16:19:24.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking good day</title><content type='html'>It's such a fucking great day. I'm not exactly happy or feeling great, and my mom has to add salt to the injury and be such a fucking bitch about something so trivial. Thanks mom, really. You've brightened up my fucking day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114111476455295071?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114111476455295071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114111476455295071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114111476455295071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114111476455295071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114111476455295071' title='Fucking good day'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114110859071397923</id><published>2006-02-28T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T19:00:41.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just listen to your heart, damn it. Is it so hard to get an answer from you? Just a yes or no, it's that simple. You used to love saying " anything" or " I dunnoe", why can't you give me a straight answer, just this one time. You don't have to feel bad, it doesn't fucking matter. I just want an honest answer. Yes. Or No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the past approximate 4 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114110859071397923?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114110859071397923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114110859071397923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114110859071397923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114110859071397923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114110859071397923' title=''/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114104768021360760</id><published>2006-02-27T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T14:22:26.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Paper Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;My Paper Heart by The All-American Rejects&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please just don't play with me &lt;br /&gt;My paper heart will bleed&lt;br /&gt;This wait for destiny won't do&lt;br /&gt;Be with me please I beseach you&lt;br /&gt;Simple things, that make you run a-way&lt;br /&gt;Catch you if I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears fall, down your face&lt;br /&gt;The taste, is something new&lt;br /&gt;Something that I know&lt;br /&gt;Moving on is, easiest when I am around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bottle up old love,&lt;br /&gt;And throw it out to sea,&lt;br /&gt;Watch it away as you cry&lt;br /&gt;Now a year has past&lt;br /&gt;The seasons go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please just don't play with me&lt;br /&gt;My paper heart will bleed&lt;br /&gt;This wait for destiny won't do&lt;br /&gt;Be with me please I beseach you&lt;br /&gt;Simple things, that make you run a-way&lt;br /&gt;Catch you if I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, day to day it goes through&lt;br /&gt;My lips, are sealed for her&lt;br /&gt;My tongue is,&lt;br /&gt;Tied to, a dream of being with you&lt;br /&gt;To settle for less, is not what I prefer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer time, the nights are so long&lt;br /&gt;The leaves fall down, and so do I into&lt;br /&gt;the arms of a friend&lt;br /&gt;Winter nights&lt;br /&gt;My bedside is cold, for I am gone&lt;br /&gt;And spring blossoms you to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My paper heart bled. &lt;br /&gt;The truth so fucking hurts.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still waiting for an answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114104768021360760?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114104768021360760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114104768021360760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114104768021360760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114104768021360760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114104768021360760' title='My Paper Heart'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114087645698400720</id><published>2006-02-25T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T22:07:37.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>East Coast</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a while. Hmm.. Common Tests suck, period. Finally, it's over, so here's a sigh of relief *sigh* xP P.S. Thanks to winston, who gave me 5 bucks for good chem marks. Cheerios! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon, Nicky. Looooonnngg story that started with a barbeque at East Coast on friday night. There were 11 of us. Imee, Sky, Boon, Jo, Nicole, Nicholas, Shearen, David, Abby, Sheldon. It was a great barbeque, everyone was having fun. 8 of them went to swim at about 8, Imee, Sky, Nicole, Nicholas, Shearen, David, Abby, Sheldon. They stayed at the shore area, screaming their heads off(Nicole, i think. She got tossed into the water unwillingly. Ahah. =x). Nicky, David and Sky went deeper until they couldn't touch the ground. That's when Nicky stepped on a "rock", and the "cut" was swelling and a bit painful. We didn't think it was much, just a scratch, and he wasn't complaining either. Yet, when they went to change, an hour later, Boon went halfway along the way to get them to hurry, cuz it was kinda late already, and he came back to the pit supporting Nicky. I was talking to Sky, so I didn't really notice what was happening. Then, he bent over on the chair. He was sweating really badly, and he was holding onto his leg and shaking and we freaked out. I only knew how much pain he was in when I told him to grab my hand if it hurt and he gripped it really hard and he was turning pale. At that time, we knew already that it was something else, not a rock. Luckily, Abby's parents were at East Coast. The plan was to get Nicky to a 24 hr clinic at Siglap. So, everyone walked to the car and Abby's parents, along with David, Shearen, Nicole and Nicky, went off first to the clinic. The rest of us tried to flag a cab.  Then, Imee's brother called and said her mom had sprained her hip. &gt;.&lt; Omgg.. So Imee called a cab and went back. Abby's father came back to fetch Sky, Justin, Abby and I. The clinic was closed, so they sent him to East Shore's A &amp; E. All they did for him was to give him a painkiller jab and they left him there on the bed. His description of the pain was " on fire and a million needles sticking in". Yet, he was laughing when we were in the room. The whole gang was in one tiny room and we were telling jokes. The doctor thought he was alright already cuz he was laughing but he said the pain had not subsided at all. We asked the doc if it was poisonous and all he said was " there arent many poisonous creatures in singapore waters so i don't think so". Doctors dont say " I don't think so", they make a diagnosis damn it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky was warded. Still is. We all went home, but Sky came back after a shower and Nicole came at 6am. Imee came at 8, I came at 9. David came awhile later. I brought the chocoholic a box of chocolates, of which Nicole tried to steal, the whole box that is. It was pretty fun, like a chalet, in a medical kind of way. There was alot of food. Nicole and I got fascinated with the snack machine and kept on slotting coins in and just buying chips etc. We bought like 10 packets. Haha. His uncle, aunts, and brother came at about 10 plus to see him. It was damn crowded. I think Nicky was the only patient with so many visitors. ^^ But they left after a while. Then after, Abby, Sheldon and Weiru came at about 12plus. Wanfong and Shearen came at about 1 plus. His grandparents, Sis and Bro came but didn't stay either. THEN, lucky him, from a ward for 4, he got upgraded to a ward for 2 for free. There, it was more than a chalet than ever. Everyone was joking and laughing, and Nicky was quite awake. The sodium chloride bag became his lifeline. Everytime go toilet, must bring the thing. Lol. Hwee Kiat actually came, when it didn't seem like he would. Oh, the thing that stung him was apparently a stone fish. I thought they were deadly, thank god i thought wrong. That period of an hour would have killed him. Ahah, then he had to soak his feet in hot water for an hour, so he had to sit in the toilet for an hour lol. Nicole got high and started saying stupid things and doing stupid things from Pink Panther. Nicole and I left at about 4.30+. I fell asleep when I got home. Nicole returned at about 8 -.- Crazy girl.. Sky's getting some sleep before returning to the hospital. He'll be discharged on Monday. Get well soon, Nicholas. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114087645698400720?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114087645698400720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114087645698400720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114087645698400720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114087645698400720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114087645698400720' title='East Coast'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-114024550920714166</id><published>2006-02-18T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T14:51:49.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Common Tests</title><content type='html'>This is a reminder to all. Common Test is next week, damn it. You shouldn't be on the com right here, right now. Go study, get good grades and then laugh into your parents' face. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-114024550920714166?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114024550920714166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=114024550920714166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114024550920714166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/114024550920714166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114024550920714166' title='Common Tests'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-113999771152193754</id><published>2006-02-15T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T18:07:49.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking.</title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty suprising day for me. I am like super blur la.. Only today I was told by Jonathan that I got chosen as a CCA Leader for the Sec 2 cohort camp, along with people I know like Lynette, Abby, Weiru, Wanfong, Weirong. It's like, amazing that I got picked. I was assuming it'll be someone more worthy, as I cannot deny the fact that I haven't been very committed to my CCA =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, the 'best' part is I have a total of 3 camps, this March. My March is B-U-R-N-E-D. Leadership Training Camp, Sec 2 Cohort Camp, Drama Camp. T_T I don't think my energy nor clothes can take that much. Bah.. but the camp seems like it's gonna be a lot of fun. So I'll look on the bright side now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec twos this year have better conditioned camp grounds. This new campsite, Raffles Marina, is so much more modernised than Sarimbun! Sarimbun is just some old kampong with nothing but lots of mud, lots of puddles, lots of ants etc. etc. This Raffles Marina looks like some sort of resort or club with a campsite. But, Raffles might not be more fun than Sarimbun. After all, it was the muddy water we swum in, and the muddy grounds we slept on that made it fun. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random*I need to overcome my fear of the dark and creepy supernaturals or I'll freak myself out at these camps. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-113999771152193754?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/113999771152193754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=113999771152193754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/113999771152193754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/113999771152193754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113999771152193754' title='Shocking.'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-113972730375774244</id><published>2006-02-12T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T15:09:17.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Committee Training</title><content type='html'>Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Nicole, Shearen, David, Jo, Nicholas and Sky. Went to watch Fun with Dick and Jane at Suntec. It's a weird show. It's not very funny, although when you watch it with Jo it becomes very funny because she laughs where she's not supposed to, and doesnt laugh when everyone else is. The show had a very abrupt ending, so that kinda sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destination - CANDY EMPIRE. If you gave me $100 to spend there, you would have made Donna a very very very happy girl. Candy Empire is Haven. (: I bought the Ooze Toobz candy and a Wonka Bar - Mud Sludge. Yayness. Oh and I bought Nicky one too. I came home at 7.30 when I was supposed to be back by 7 and my parents weren't home. 30 mins later, my dad walked in with a very black face. T_T When my dad has a very black face, you do not mess with him. You just wish you could disappear and never see that facial expression again. He was in a hurry, cuz he was late for work already, so he just ignored me. Which, in my case, is worse than him not saying anything. Cuz when he comes back, he might do something drastic. He's coming back on tuesday, on v. day. That might mean I can't go out that day. *Fingers crossed* I hope I'm damn wrong about the last part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Committee Training is a waste of time. One whole Saturday burned by some guy who can't control a class. Actually, it's kinda funny that we, as " student leaders" aka committee members, don't even listen to him =x He always tells us to be back at this time after breakfast, lunch, tea break, but everyone always comes in late. This course had too many breaks. If we didn't have so many breaks we could have gone home at what, 2 plus? But no, Vincent Tan, the in-charge, had to stuff us with gross food in 3 intervals in the duration of 7hr30mins.T_T It was so boring you could just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Parkway after the stupid training with Jillene, Darence and Gary. Haha, Gary needed help buying a v. day present for *censored*. Darence needed to buy one for *censored* too. Funny how they don't want people to know who they like. Met Brandon(ex-naps) and Darren(ex-naps too) buying tickets at the sistic booth. Gary and Darence, in the end bought Perlini's silver necklace and bracelet for those two special people they adored. They also bought Jillene a big turtle from Isetan cuz Jillene liked it and thought it was cute. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some stuff till 4 in the morning. I think my eyes are blood-shot, and my fingers hurt like hell. But, at least, I finished it this morning. (: I am a no-lifer, I like to stay at home and watch MTV all day and eat. I like to lock myself in my room and cry too. Don't you just love my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Two Days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-113972730375774244?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/113972730375774244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=113972730375774244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/113972730375774244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/113972730375774244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113972730375774244' title='Committee Training'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-113939621144288211</id><published>2006-02-08T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:56:51.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mildred Yap</title><content type='html'>I hate Mildred Yap, I swear. She is so biased, so against me. Just because she doesn't like me. Are teachers supposed to behave that way? She told our class that we weren't very bright, that my attitude sucks, and now, FOR NO F***ing RHYME OR REASON, she changed my place. I changed back, I'm not gonna listen to what she says. IT'S PREJUDICE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had geog test today.I was so tempted to write " Mildred Yap, you suck ; Haha," then leave the test blank. But decided against it cuz I don't want detention cuz of that b****. I'll just fail and show her what a bad teacher she is. Hopefully, she'll resign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-113939621144288211?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/113939621144288211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=113939621144288211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/113939621144288211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/113939621144288211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113939621144288211' title='Mildred Yap'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19721936.post-113922668341111939</id><published>2006-02-06T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T19:51:23.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo.</title><content type='html'>Ever been in a situation where you've already accepted the fact that that something you dreaded was going to happen, and was prepared for it. Hold and behold, it wasn't what you excepted, but unexpected, in a good sense and in a happy sort of way. Doesn't that make you feel like it's a load off your mind? Well, I did and I'm just glad it didn't happen even when I thought about it for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has killed me. I'm suffering from an illness called school-ism. Symptoms are nausea, sore throat, flu and plenty of hatred. I had that during English and E Maths and wanted to go home. BUT NO, Tan Kee Hoe wouldn't let me. He just made me sleep at the sick bay, where it was freaking cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny juniors came up with this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;Boy 1(on upper deck) : Oh shit, I need to fart.&lt;br /&gt;Boy 2(sprained ankle) : Then fart lar. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Boy 1 : Then the smell leh?&lt;br /&gt;Boy 2 : Aiya, nvm lar. I can tahan.&lt;br /&gt;Boy 1 : Then the girl(me) leh? &lt;br /&gt;Boy 2 : She's sleeping lar.&lt;br /&gt;Boy 1 : Sure not? Can't see.&lt;br /&gt;Boy 2 : Wait, lemme check.&lt;br /&gt;I sit up on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Boy 2 :(Leans out and looks) Oh wait, she's not sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Boy 1 : Alamak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at sick bay for an hour and missed chinese. Yay. Only sucky thing that happened for that day was when I forgot to bring my geog file. Mildred Yap - " If you didn't bring your file, you know very well that you should leave the classroom. Your attitude just sucks, Donna. Always not coming to extra classes and always not paying attention." That pissed me off like F***. Jasmine didn't bring her file either, but did she make any smart comment on Jasmine? NO. I hate you, Mildred.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19721936-113922668341111939?l=-socialsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/113922668341111939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19721936&amp;postID=113922668341111939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/113922668341111939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19721936/posts/default/113922668341111939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-socialsuicide.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113922668341111939' title='Boo.'/><author><name>Donny :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183734332384254530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
